image: Buenos Aires mural, 2017. Matt, from BA art, took me around the city to some remote neighborhoods for an expedition. Her pensive sadness is so profound, observing and quiet. 
 image: Tel Aviv, 2016. Coming home for a visit involves surprises. 
 image: China, Shanghai, 2004, She seemed proud to show me how she played.
 image: Tel Aviv, Rokach house, circa 1887, one of the first homes built outside of Jaffa. Sculptures: Leah Mintz, Rokach's grand daughter, who also restored the house. My wedding party took place in the garden.    
 image: Tel Aviv. It reads: "How do you Know?" The rest I didn't photograph, so I don't know.   
 image: Buenos Aires. Masks we all wear.
 image: Dalia at her house. I have known her since I was a child. My mother and Dalia were in the army together. She was born in Deganya, a kibbutz in the Jordan Valley, one of the first kibbutzim established in Ottoman Palestine, in 1909. Dalia is a painter. 
 image: Buenos Aires mural on private house. The little girl living there picked the theme. We all have a heart and it beats. There is a door and a window into it.
 image: Torres Del Paine, Chile, Michael's tattoo. It depicts Chile's national tree, Araucaria Araucana. 100-130 feet in height. Also known as the Monkey Puzzle Tree or the Monkey Tail tree.  It lives a long time and is described as a Living Fossil. It is endangered. Micha and I walked the French Valley trek slowly, behind the group. We talked about life. The tattoo is a good depiction of the Tree of Life: an endangered longevity.
 image: San Telmo, Buenos Aires. A few tourist streets, and a source of pain for immigrants who occupied the neighborhood by the flooding river in old times. The houses are built from corrugated iron walls. I don't know how the locals feel now. Yolo: you only live once.
 image: Buenos Aires, we are animals after all.
 image: Kerala, India, 2007. A Kathakali dancer. I watched him apply the colors and prepare for the dance. He was exquisite, serious. Seen breathing. He let me watch the preparation. 
 image: Barracas neighborhood, Buenos Aires. Matt told me it is the largest mural in the world. The artist painted all the people who live there. Most still live there. By the polluted river. 
 image: Old person in the Barracas, Buenos Aires, 2017. The Barracas area used to house a slave quarter among other things.   
 image: India, Jaisalmer, 2001. The tsunami occurred a few days later on the other side of the country. The little girl danced around and around  to her father's music playing. She circled her little brother with the most graceful little steps, holding a perfect rhythm to an infectious music. I have no idea how she felt. 
 image: Burma, 2016. On the way to Inle lake, during the water festival. The little girls danced in front of their mothers' shop without an audience until I showed up. 
 image: mural, Buenos Aires. Is it the Critic? We all have one.
 image: Tel Aviv. Goes without Saying. My Mother and my Husband. 
 image: San Francisco, near the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. On the street.
 image: mothers of the "disappeared". They did not wear scarfs, but white cotton diapers. The people were never found, but the Mothers group,   split into two fractions and  has fallen into political infighting and accusations of corruption. 
 image: Bali, Ubud 2014. The Ogoh-Ogoh festival. Demons carefully crafted by each village only to be carried in a parade and than destroyed. Elaborate and complex as the spiritual pollution they are built to represent. I found it interesting, how heavy and laborious it is to carry them across town, the young kids laughing, profusely sweating and exhausted, in humid, impossibly hot weather, much like we carry across life our own demons-the fear, the disgust, the envy, the malice. 
 image: Tel Aviv. That's how I feel when I read the news.
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