I believe I’ve shared this pic of my dad in private acc, but here - not yet. Well, since it’s his b-day today, I feel like doing it. I’ve always had a romanticised image of my dad, woven from the stories told by his old friends after he passed away. The image, that included mostly positive characteristics and youth memories. That he drive a motorcycle, that his nickname was “Lord” ,that he always wanted to travel and become a captain instead of a doctor. And even ending up doing what his mother told him to, he still travelled far away, searching and seeking for something, yet unrevealed.I guess, he never travelled enough to discover that something... I read the books he read, Hemingway, Morua... I listen to the music he listened, I go to the countries he always wanted to. I managed to move to Israel like he always wanted( and only thanks to the documents of his birth etc) . I am following in his footsteps of becoming a doctor. Strangely, even though I can barely remember his face, I always feel like he is supporting me on my crazy way, enjoying my adventures, which he would have loved to experience himself. On one of his B-days I want to bring his great dream of climbing to the top of Kilimanjaro to reality ( again, Hemingway inspired:) May be next year, may be in several years...