We were set to shoot on the Hill of Evil Counsel in the morning, and around the Old City this afternoon. The Hill (some note wryly that it is where the U.N. building is situated) is south of Jerusalem overlooking the Hinnom Valley. The Tomb of Caiaphas is here, maybe. And the view is stunning. You can see right down the valley, past villages and settlements to the Temple Mount where the golden Dome of the Rock stands. Generally. But not today.
The weather seemed to seep into our psyche today. There was a long argument in the van in Hebrew. If the only words I understood were Kassam, Gaza, Hamas and Fatah, I understood the argument perfectly.
Alon boiled coffee on the hood of the van, Simcha and I walked to the gates of the U.N. to ask the guards if they had any archaeology inside, Noam searched for a tomb on the side of the hill in the fog, Felix worried about tomorrow, Amir recorded a herd of goats bleating when they walked through the shot, and Eyal worked harder than all of us, as usual.
In the afternoon the rain came, ruining our plans. We filled in as best we could.
As I walked Simcha to his car at the end of the day I told him I was worried, that we had a lot to make up. He looked at me, pinched my cheek, smiled and said: “don’t worry.” And for a couple of minutes I took his advice.
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