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The Journey (part 9)

Going home My father always used to say: “Never admit that you are wrong.” We could not feel safe until we had crossed the Jordan and left Herod’s territory. But when we finally camped for the night, we ate and … Continue reading

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The Journey (part 8)

The dream My father always used to say: “Bad dreams are nothing to be frightened of.” We departed from the house about an hour later. The beautifully wrapped spices seemed incongruous in such surroundings, but no matter. We left them … Continue reading

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The Journey (part 7)

The King of the Jews My father always used to say: “You always know true royalty when you see it.” The house had no windows, and the interior was dimly lit by two oil lamps. In the corner of the … Continue reading

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The Journey (part 6)

Bethlehem My father always used to say: “Never make important decisions in a hurry.” We left the palace with the promise of a guide, who would come to our camp the following morning. It would take us less than half … Continue reading

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The Journey (part 5)

Jerusalem My father always used to say: “No matter where you are in the world, the wheels of bureaucracy turn excruciatingly slowly.” “We have not come to see His Majesty King Herod,” I said. “Where is the baby, the one … Continue reading

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The Journey (part 4)

Petra The best spices at the best prices… The spice merchant that I had been recommended spoke only Greek, so I acted as interpreter for my two travelling companions. I hope I got them a good bargain… “What do you … Continue reading

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The Journey (part 3)

The scroll of Daniel My father always used to say: “Never listen to a woman.” At last we were on our way north-west. The comet was also moving westward, and getting larger and brighter all the time. As it disappeared … Continue reading

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