A Visit in Hararit
A month above the Sea of Galilee, between the work I knew and the journey that had not yet begun.

Shortly after my birthday on March 20, 2021, I was teaching AI at IDC—now Reichman University—and consulting on projects for customers in Israel and Cyprus.
Then a new team member joined from Tehran. The change surprised me. I thought about it in the context of my work in homeland security, and I moved to Hararit.
I called it a DMZ.





Why Hararit?
I needed a DMZ.
Between what and what?
Between the work I knew and the journey I had not yet begun.
Hararit became a month-long interval in the Galilee, overlooking the Sea of Galilee: a place to consider what had changed before I flew to Greece.
In these reconstructed panels, I walk through that interval again in a white galabia. They are not photographs of what happened. They are a way of returning to the landscape while we assemble the record.




After roughly a month, I left for Greece. Hararit remained behind as a quiet hinge in the story.