On my first trip to Vietnam I met Dorit, an Israeli girl, who was traveling alone and with whom we shared a trip to the northern tribes of the country. I speak when Vietnam began to open up to tourism around 1995.

And as a result of this friendship, as an excuse, I traveled to her country, Israel. She lived in Tel Aviv and she guided me through the country. What I liked the most was Jerusalem, being able to know the religious places that I had studied so much as a child and walking through its streets full of history without leaving aside, the desert and the Dead Sea.

But perhaps what struck me the most were two places: the Holocaust museum and experiencing the Pésaj when entering the neighbourhood where ultra-Orthodox Jews live. It still creeps me out!