זיכרונות מצדה | Masada Memories
"A tour guide and a tourist recreate ancient passions atop the legendary fortress, as sunrise paints the desert gold."
זיכרונות מצדה
Masada Memories
פרק ראשון | Chapter One
They climbed in darkness. The Snake Path at 4 AM.
"למה ככה מוקדם?" Rachel panted. "Why so early?"
"בשביל הזריחה," said Uri, leading the way. "For the sunrise."
"זה שווה את זה?" "Is it worth it?"
"את תראי." "You'll see."
פרק שני | Chapter Two
Atop Masada, alone. The tour group wasn't due for hours.
"כאן הם התגוררו," Uri explained. "כאן הם אהבו. כאן הם מתו."
"Here they lived. Here they loved. Here they died."
"זה כל כך עצוב." "It's so sad."
"לא. זה כל כך אנושי." "No. It's so human."
פרק שלישי | Chapter Three
The first light touched the Dead Sea.
"!וואו" "Wow!"
"אמרתי לך." "I told you."
"זה... אני לא מוצאת מילים." "It's... I can't find words."
"אז אל תחפשי." "Then don't search."
He kissed her as the sun rose. Two thousand years of history beneath them.
פרק רביעי | Chapter Four
In Herod's palace ruins, hidden from view, they added their own passion to the ancient stones.
"!אורי... מישהו יבוא" "Uri... someone will come!"
"עוד שעה. יש לנו זמן." "Another hour. We have time."
"!כאן? על ההיסטוריה הזאת" "Here? On this history?"
"ההיסטוריה אוהבת שעושים עליה היסטוריה חדשה." "History loves when new history is made on it."
פרק חמישי | Chapter Five
The tour group arrived. They stood apart, professional.
"ומי רוצה לשמוע על חדר האמבטיה של הורדוס?" Uri asked the tourists. "Who wants to hear about Herod's bathroom?"
Rachel smiled secretly. She knew things about that bathroom now.
"תחזרי?" he asked later. "Will you come back?"
"לכל זריחה." "For every sunrise."
הסוף | The End
מצדה לא תיפול שנית. והאהבה שנולדת שם—גם היא לא.
Masada shall not fall again. And the love born there—neither will it.