Imagine that you are standing on a high mountain overlooking the majestic scenery,

No mobile reception, no industry and no irritation but your own thoughts.

There you are standing on the edge of the mountain when you realize the power of nature and the insignificance of man against Mother Nature.

As I stood on the peak I asked myself one question, if only?

On my way here to zalmon base, which in its past was founded as settlements in occupied territory and then changed its role to a military camp, and I asked myself again If only? If only these landscapes could talk, what would they tell us?

On the one hand the divine view that only God could create, and on the other hand a military camp preparing itself for the next war to take its place.

You're standing in the middle of the divine parody at its best, the one that only god and humans can produce for their own reality show.

Swiss landscapes and narrow cliffs but underneath barbed wire, iron gates and bunkers blocking the miraculous work of God.

While walking down to the slopes of the mountain, I saw the fence, a fence between blood and blood, like it was the fate of fate, the quiet bomb, and the living dead.

I went downhill and saw an iron gate in the heart of a heavenly nature, large rocks and stone just waiting to be break through the fence, wanted to take their natural place in nature.

As the thought of having to distinguish between reality and a dream, between reality and ideal the same question repeated on itself in my mind again and again , here, in this place only might nature actually wanted to ask for the  last time if only?