Like arrivals at airports, this coming and going of people from all over the world wandering in all directions, luggage in hand .... There are those who are cold and carry around coats and mufflers and others who come from warmer regions, tanned to perfection and still have the sun in his eyes.
We hear all languages and can attend the joyful reunion that often give rise to outbursts and cries of joy .... Some parents welcome their children, a distant cousin that was not seen in years, a couple discovers that amazed the first time the land of Israel, a little girl who became acquainted with his grandfather ... .. These moments of emotion and delight me I can sit and spend hours watching live all these people who only go ....
Wednesday evening, 20 h 30, I expected Rebecca who was returning from France, there were not many people arriving and it's like that I have noticed. Then I thought anyway even if there had been crowds, you could not miss it!
He arrived accompanied by a friend who was holding the camera ready to capture the long-awaited moment and that would certainly be an exceptional moment for him. What caught my attention and that of others was his bearing, he was dressed entirely in white and gave the impression of something straight out of a marriage where then be ready to go. He went to the flower shop and came out with a huge bouquet motley.
He then slipped into the crowd and started well ahead so that the person was going to happen can not miss it. It puzzled everyone with his big bouquet and assumptions were rife.
He was well aware that attracted attention but it did not seem to interfere, he brandished his sword like a bouquet, as if he was going to offer a trophy of utmost importance. His eyes went to the display panel schedules to their cell phones while out of his pocket nervously every three minutes, as if he was afraid of missing a call.
He was short and stocky, the hair black and wearing very thick brush. His suit my cut him a little shook and showed that the traces of a "john" under his shirt too adjusted. I thought the "marcel spoiled everything" and that was far pictures of supermodels, I made the remark to Jules and we laughed, it's not nice to laugh people I know but I could not help it ... The pants had been ill and had retaken the long stay on a coat hanger which is still visible mark. His shoes were not of extremely high quality, black and pointed, they contrasted with the pallor costume.
At the sight of this man gypsy type, I figured it was a Jew of Eastern European countries and as a result it was confirmed to me, a woman came toward him and I heard them speak a language that looked a bit like the Russian. So I looked at the table arrived and there was a flight from Latvia. ... So, I launched investigations equally crazy as each other, movies like I like to do, I like to imagine stories and n'amusent me because when I expressed Jules my ideas, it did not frank air of interest.
Finally the time has passed quickly and waited to see the person that the man in white had to wait. Of course, given the bouquet of flowers, it was likely 99% sure it is a woman who receives this. Was it that he came to fetch his bride? .... YES! I decided it would be this. I imagined that he had met perhaps the internet and she came for the first time in Israel, then I imagined how shy he was welcome. It would be a little awkward, a little embarrassed because it was the first time. She would blush, the kiss on the cheek and furtively at the time his partner pull out the camera. He would push his luggage cart and both arise again for some photos before heading out ....
I think I was not alone in waiting to see the bride arrive. I wondered what it might look like. I heard comments from people and it was quite funny because all the assumptions were permitted and no two are alike.
Once a single woman appeared, I thought is what it is? No, this one too pretty, this one too old, this one too blonde, this one too distinguished .... Just look at the kind of shots that can be done ... ... I was convinced that when I happen to know her!
My eyes were glued on the glass door that opens automatically and I trembled when it opened. For once, I was in unison with the man in white and I imagined how it must be stressed. He looked more and more now that he kept his phone in his hand, his other hand being taken by the heavy bouquet that seemed to tire.
At 21 hours, Rebecca who made his arrival, suddenly I forgot the white man and his bride. The hugs and the usual questions like, "you have a good trip," "are you happy to go" and we were already in the car direction home ... ..
The mystery remains unsolved ... .. I never know what it was like the bride ....
We hear all languages and can attend the joyful reunion that often give rise to outbursts and cries of joy .... Some parents welcome their children, a distant cousin that was not seen in years, a couple discovers that amazed the first time the land of Israel, a little girl who became acquainted with his grandfather ... .. These moments of emotion and delight me I can sit and spend hours watching live all these people who only go ....
Wednesday evening, 20 h 30, I expected Rebecca who was returning from France, there were not many people arriving and it's like that I have noticed. Then I thought anyway even if there had been crowds, you could not miss it!
He arrived accompanied by a friend who was holding the camera ready to capture the long-awaited moment and that would certainly be an exceptional moment for him. What caught my attention and that of others was his bearing, he was dressed entirely in white and gave the impression of something straight out of a marriage where then be ready to go. He went to the flower shop and came out with a huge bouquet motley.
He then slipped into the crowd and started well ahead so that the person was going to happen can not miss it. It puzzled everyone with his big bouquet and assumptions were rife.
He was well aware that attracted attention but it did not seem to interfere, he brandished his sword like a bouquet, as if he was going to offer a trophy of utmost importance. His eyes went to the display panel schedules to their cell phones while out of his pocket nervously every three minutes, as if he was afraid of missing a call.
He was short and stocky, the hair black and wearing very thick brush. His suit my cut him a little shook and showed that the traces of a "john" under his shirt too adjusted. I thought the "marcel spoiled everything" and that was far pictures of supermodels, I made the remark to Jules and we laughed, it's not nice to laugh people I know but I could not help it ... The pants had been ill and had retaken the long stay on a coat hanger which is still visible mark. His shoes were not of extremely high quality, black and pointed, they contrasted with the pallor costume.
At the sight of this man gypsy type, I figured it was a Jew of Eastern European countries and as a result it was confirmed to me, a woman came toward him and I heard them speak a language that looked a bit like the Russian. So I looked at the table arrived and there was a flight from Latvia. ... So, I launched investigations equally crazy as each other, movies like I like to do, I like to imagine stories and n'amusent me because when I expressed Jules my ideas, it did not frank air of interest.
Finally the time has passed quickly and waited to see the person that the man in white had to wait. Of course, given the bouquet of flowers, it was likely 99% sure it is a woman who receives this. Was it that he came to fetch his bride? .... YES! I decided it would be this. I imagined that he had met perhaps the internet and she came for the first time in Israel, then I imagined how shy he was welcome. It would be a little awkward, a little embarrassed because it was the first time. She would blush, the kiss on the cheek and furtively at the time his partner pull out the camera. He would push his luggage cart and both arise again for some photos before heading out ....
I think I was not alone in waiting to see the bride arrive. I wondered what it might look like. I heard comments from people and it was quite funny because all the assumptions were permitted and no two are alike.
Once a single woman appeared, I thought is what it is? No, this one too pretty, this one too old, this one too blonde, this one too distinguished .... Just look at the kind of shots that can be done ... ... I was convinced that when I happen to know her!
My eyes were glued on the glass door that opens automatically and I trembled when it opened. For once, I was in unison with the man in white and I imagined how it must be stressed. He looked more and more now that he kept his phone in his hand, his other hand being taken by the heavy bouquet that seemed to tire.
At 21 hours, Rebecca who made his arrival, suddenly I forgot the white man and his bride. The hugs and the usual questions like, "you have a good trip," "are you happy to go" and we were already in the car direction home ... ..
The mystery remains unsolved ... .. I never know what it was like the bride ....
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