crap
Things are happening all over the world except for here. Give me a ticket to Tel-Aviv, a press visa, and my camera and you'll see the war like no one else can show it to you. Give me a sailboat and three-months supply of food and I'll meet you on the other side of the Atlantic. Give me my bike, a map of Africa, and 100 rolls of film and I'll document the continent. The fact that I have to stay here another year blows. I need to get out and see the world, to consume it, before the itch kills me.