First post, such pressure.
This is a detail from The Promised Land VI, where I wanted you to feel you could stick your fingers into the scorching earth. Perhaps you are too scared to do this... Who knows what might come up and bite you?
When my mother, post WWII, made her way to Israel, she explored this new and foreign land she found herself in. She took it in, sat on a rock, and was bitten by a scorpion. One nail down, nine to go. She left everything she knew behind: places, things, language. She had to learn everything anew: language, people, landscape. So she started with a scorpion, and then came the sirens, and the wars, and then she created a family - and a new life.