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Chapel of Adam
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One can see the altar in the Chapel of Adam and the rock beneath the Golgotha. Adam’s skull was buried here. When Jesus was crucified and his body was nailed, his blood was dripping down from the cross and leaked through the cracked rock right on to the skull of Adam. |
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The Living Jerusalem
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Ivan Benda: Liwing Jerusalem. 2003. Budapest
Wherever he might be in the world, London or Beijing, Haifa or New York, Budapest or Cape Town, a Jew, when he wants to go to the City, will say: I’m going up to Jerusalem. I ask you to follow his example. Let’s open this impressive book and walk slowly up to Ivan Benda’s Jerusalem, which seems close to us on the pages, yet is as far as the sky. Through effort and goodwill and above all, through love, we can bring this sky closer to our profane world. He, who took these photographs shows us Jews, Christians and Muslims the path to follow.
by László Csorba |
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Jericho, Tell es-Sultan
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Jericho: er Tell es-Sultan-Riha, Eriha, Yeriho. Oldest city in the world.
Discovered and excavated by Kathleen Kenyon in her Trench I, the Neolithic tower was built and destroyed in Pre-Pottery Neolithic A, which Kenyon dated to 8000-7000 B.C. The 8m diameter tower stands 8m tall and was connected on the inside of a 4m thick wall.
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winter
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A landscape is winter beside a falconer.
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Tornabarakony
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An interconnecting road that starts from Komjáti (a settlement beside the motorway to Slovakia) takes us to Tornabarakony, via Tornaszentandrás. From other directions the village can be approached only by a longish walk of several kilometers. There is a road-sign indicating that we are driving on a Gothic road. At the end of the seven-kilometer long drive, leaving behind a forest, we arrive to a small village with an exceptional landscape. The road looks rather like a long umbilical cord at the end of which there is a quiet and peaceful out-of-the world place. There is no trace of any traffic, only a few elderly people look in our direction with no particular interest. They have got work to do: living their everyday lives, carrying out their work in a leisurely pace. And there is silence!
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