It's a strange feeling being there at the very place which has caused people from different religions to fight against each other. Just a piece of land which will always remain after each of us. Isn't it ironic that a sacred place for so many should cause so much hatred and fight? And still attract worshippers or tourists like me.
These were some of the thoughts I had while being down there, after the checkpoints with scanners, seeing worshipers in army attire with guns hanging and worship towels and hats on their heads.
Postcards should bring good memories though. I've always tried to stay aside from politics when discussing postcards, swaps.. Maybe it's good to stop here and just enjoy this picture below.