We were strangers. But his compassionate words made me feel we were more like old friends meeting on the road.
Exactly like he said, some surfaces of the rocks were very slippery. The good thing was that the roughness of the stone wall helped. It took me about fi fteen minutes to reach the top tower. When seeing the random pieces of wall and bricks scattered on the wild ground or in the trees, I could hear the bricks breaking and the walls cracking, and even feel the cruelty of the wars. All that damage was evident signs of history. Every bit of it was the depth of the wild Wall. And I was touching the same spots as many ancestors had touched with their lives at stake.