I won't be going to Jerusalem.
I didn't find out from the Italians, I found out from my Israeli friend.
Sometimes two words can turn your life around.
Sometimes one good, intelligent, motivated, ambitious, faithful man and two words can transport you from a closed-minded, full of shit environment to the top of Mount Masada.
"Until we meet again".
Sometimes it's okay not to make it to the Promised Land, as long as you know it exists.