A girl with black hair walks past me and smiles, I decide to ask her where this big huge mall, she tells me to get on the bus with her. A bus with small, blue chairs and an angry driver always yelling at people to get on.
My mouth kept moving telling her my diary, telling her I was teaching english to crazy Israeli kids who smile, hug me, who find their gold light inside this yellow sand, who yell and ask me if they can come with me every time. This is my diary. She tells me she is working in a office for the army, she organizes the folders and she loves it. She told me she didn’t want to go into the army, this way she is doing her national service. She is still serving her country and this is her diary.
I smile, laugh while we talk about music, while we ride on long bus ride knowing I just met a friend who showed me a helping hand, who made me feel safe inside this lights flashing in my head inside people shouting at me , gold light came out hearing music notes go off.