Children games ...

It was easy to find Hebron Hostel as it really is a few steps from Mikes Center where i had to go again after a walk in the area around the Christian Quarter and the Via Dolorosa...
To explain the situation: Tomorrow the jewish high holidays start with Rosh haShanah and the day after the muslim fasting month of Ramadan will end.
I started my walk around sunset after a short nap in the hostel and it was the time the muslims had their meals after fasting all day long.
I cannot say what is normal here, but there was military all over the place heavily armed, partly guarding synagogues or important crossroads, which in this area the old city of Jerusalem are tiny stone paved roads.
The palestinian kids after having had their dinner were in a playful mood and it seems that toy guns are their favourites. They were running around yelling and shooting at each other. As i came close to two young IDF soldiers, i was just about to think: yeah those guys are cool, laughing and joking with the noisy kids as one of the boys maybe 8 Years old points his toy gun at the head of one of the soldiers. Their mood suddenly changed and the kids ran away.
I was close to tears, and still am. The scene was shocking, maybe for all of us and shows how easily the situation here can escalate.
A movie came to my mind that i saw recently, about children (i do not remember exactly where) bringing their toy guns to be publicly burned as an act of disarmament.
Being in Jerusalem, i feel like praying for peace.
Could be the change from Tel Aviv's sea level to the height of about 800 meters or i don't know what. The last days in Momos hostel in Tel Aviv were relaxed and my roomates were really cool, we had interresting discussions everyday and the vibe was altogether friendly welcoming and cosy.
I did not make it to the Kotel, the Western Wall of Mount Moriah tonight and feel like hiding in some place. In the hostel (managed by arabs) i share the room with 15 other travellers but the raw stone walls give a certain feeling of security, so i may well go there and spend the evening reading or improving my hebrew.
Also my glasses need soldering again pretty soon ...
I also need to get some food but feel repulsed by whatever i see in the nevertheless colourful oriental bazaar like streets herearound. Hunger and reason will win this battle. Oh how i loved the kosher shawarma in Allenby Street.