A girl with short black hair, wearing a long blue skirt and a denim shirt, she smiled and waved at me. As her job, she walks in and files papers, volunteering in office, serving her country by making beersheba not have trash on ground. She sees trash, ruins of beersheba but she works hard to make Beersheba a clean and profitable place.
She has lived in a city where students say hi, where students help you when you are lost, where they smile, where they find friends in an instant, where she feels like she is not lost in mist of crowd. She sees beersheba as a place where people can see their gold light shine through where music pops wherever she goes where times keeps zooming past her knowing that she smiling every second.