The following liberties have been taken with facts and descriptions:
- The baggage claim in Ben Gurion Airport is actually after passport control.
- The apartment is only based on an actual apartment on Keren Kayemet Street, off of King George, where I stayed during July of 2009.
- The description of the exhibits in the Israel Museum comes from a visit in October of 2010, not August 2004. I don't know if they were the same then.
- The caption for the burial society plates (which are really currently on display in the museum) is snagged from wikipedia. So is the Ammunition Hill description.
- There was a terrorist attack on a bus driving on Jaffa Road, but it was on June 11, 2003, not in August 2004.
- I have no damn idea about medicine, skin or healing. Medical professionals beware.
- There is little to no mention of the side of Arab-Israelis, Palestinians or any of the many cultures and nationalities that live in Jerusalem or Israel in general. This was not meant to ignore them, but just because I am Jewish and what I'm surrounding myself with now is a lot of Jewish culture, and not so much Muslim or Christian or Armenian.
Most of the things in this fic have a source. Ask me about it and I can probably tell you.
General authors note: This story is not meant to be offensive. I apologize if we have different political/religious views. This simply stems from a feeling that I've had that shipping is a lot like religion in that it's difficult or impossible to change someone's mind about these things with logic. I chose to use Judaism because it's the religion with which I am most familiar. I chose to use Israel because I was there in 2004 (I didn't take notes because I didn't expect to write a fic, but I've got pretty clear memories) and because I'm there now. I chose Jerusalem because that's exactly where I am, and because I honestly cannot think of a city that has so much history, that people have fought over and died for less than fifty years ago. Maybe it's just a gap in my knowledge, but I don't know of a city that arouses more passion, and that's just the city I needed.
Citations- here are the sources of the quotes, in order (Zion is Jerusalem, by the way):
Psalms 137:5 (Title. "If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let me forget my right hand")
Nachem (couldn't find another source, sorry)
This is what people say when they leave a shiva house, a house of mourning. I've been unable to find a textual source for it, but if you know it, I'd love to be able to cite it properly.
City of Gold, Blue Fringe
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Blue Fringe
I didn't think this needed mentioning, but I'll do it just in case: I love comments, but if you leave anti-Israel comments, I will delete them and get very angry. So don't do it on my journal.