In the far house when you come
You will find many pictures of the country hanging on the wall of my white room, and under each picture our diaries in Manshiyat Jaffa and a picture of the clock tower under it are two shadows of us in another time when we used to spend the year and on the beach there is a little girl who spread her wings to the wind so we named her Jaffa
And pictures of my mother and father when they were spending their honeymoon in Tiberias and a picture of my grandmother baking slumber cakes every morning in Majdal to lull the little ones to sleep
And many other pictures of you in the mountains
When you weave my couch and the map of the country from the trees.
