The boulders lie one above the other as if a giant had once parked them here for a while, with the intention of collecting them later. But he never came back. Looking at the corpse of a once much larger lake, the name takes on a whole new meaning. Dead Sea.
White cristals are scattered across the rough, colorful surfaces that form dancing patterns.
Families sit on blankets, their cars parked next to them, on the edge, overlooking the endless ripples of the surface. Eating, laughing, praying. The young people play with a soccer ball; in the background, the blue.