On the corners of the garment are the symbols of the ancient promise she now swears to keep. Soon, she wraps it around herself and becomes the newest stone to be placed on the highest course, supported by all those that came before her.
In Jerusalem, time and space refuse to move in straight lines. Every memory gets turned around into a prophecy of the future, every effort to progress in one direction appears a moment later gaining on us from behind. Living here, we forget to expect cause and effect. We live only in spirals.
The girl reads from the scroll that can only end at its beginning and speaks of bleary-eyed Jacob crossing his arms over his grandsons. In a few days she will fly home clockwise in a counter-clockwise world, and dream of coming back to her birthplace which she had never been to before.