The plane had landed and I was gifted with the most glorious pain of a headache. Stress on the rise and dehydration at its finest, once I arrived and took a look at my surroundings, I knew I was not in any ordinary place anymore. Dim lights paved the streets, yet the atmosphere was awakened by the joy of the Palestinian children, laughing and playing, running around the market. 
These images capture Jerusalm, The Old City, in all its glory and holyness. Truly the most beauitful and resiliant place I've ever been.