I was promised a war-torn desert country

Does this look like a desert to you?

It’s snowing in Jerusalem, and I, a former native of the American Mid-west, am pissed off. Winter in a wet, cold Jerusalem, where they continue to build houses without proper insulation is no treat to begin with. Especially when you realize that umbrellas in the rain are no use anyway, as the wind just contorts them into skeletons of their former selves. But snow? This is what I left Chicago because of! Well, that and something about the Zionist dream which I don’t remember exactly.

Israelis, unjaded by living half their years in a dead, barren landscape of endless grey, love the snow and get all excited about it. Giddy, even.

I attempted to go take some photos of Jerusalem of White and Jerusalemites playing in the demon-powder, but much to my chagrin, my patio is as far as I could get. You see, the weight of the snow has pulled the leaves and branches, which you see above, into a position where they completely block my staircase up to the rest of the world.

Hopefully the problem will remedy itself overnight, otherwise I might have to call on some volunteers to throw me down some supplies.

Until then, I’m just gonna close the shades and pretend like this is not happening. I hate snow almost as much as I hate babies, and I’m somewhat convinced that simply ignoring either helps them go away.