A person can sometimes fall in love with a place. Maybe to his homeland, maybe to a place where he feels and admires as his homeland. Maybe to a place where he has good times, maybe to a place where he has a loved one. To a place he had never seen, always hoped to see, or enjoyed every time he saw it. He could fall in love with a place that he thought gave him peace, happiness, excitement and love.

I also fell in love somewhere. To the place where I feel like my homeland, where I was neither born nor satisfied. It filled my heart. I fell in love with a place I've never been to but always hoped to go to. To a place that gives me peace and love. To a place where my loved ones have been, not myself. I fell in love with Jerusalem, the city of the prophets...