Who?
Efrat
Where?
Jerusalem, Israel
What?
"When you speak about things that move you your feelings are all over your eyes. It is super beautiful to see."
How did she react?
"Yeah, I have heard that before... That my eyes display my feelings, I mean. Thank you!", she smiled.
How did I feel?
The eyes are a window to the soul. No, this statement is not a corny proverb. Not in this case. When it comes to Efrat the eyes are a window to the soul comes as an on point description. I have only seen the brisk lady twice in my life, but I know one thing for sure: The look in Efrat's eyes can shower you with a feeling on the spot. The night I met her in Jerusalem I experienced it twice. Once when she shared how someone dear to her had gotten injured in the army (it was like she hit a switch: Coming from her eyes I felt pain approach me, enter my body and spread with split seconds. Just because she was not afraid to wear hers all over her expression.) And once when my friend Theresa said, "You should just come to Berlin." This time around, instead of bursting with pain, her eyes fired a round of excitement, like a little girl who has just been granted a castle to live in, a zoo full of her favorite animals and unlimited television watching. Too good to be true. Again, her emotions jumped over instantly. I felt my heart beat faster and a grin occupy my face. Receiving that insight from Efrat meant getting a full course of aliveness. It was dreamy. Thanks, Efrat, for sharing your mind and heart as freely!
Anything else?
Yes! The night I met Efrat was a big one for her. She had just won the casting for a post-graduate training as an opera singer in Tel Aviv that day. If you happen to be in Israel you should keep your ears and eyes open, and go see her if you are into opera. She sings marvelously. Congrats again, Efrat!
Efrat
Where?
Jerusalem, Israel
What?
"When you speak about things that move you your feelings are all over your eyes. It is super beautiful to see."
How did she react?
"Yeah, I have heard that before... That my eyes display my feelings, I mean. Thank you!", she smiled.
How did I feel?
The eyes are a window to the soul. No, this statement is not a corny proverb. Not in this case. When it comes to Efrat the eyes are a window to the soul comes as an on point description. I have only seen the brisk lady twice in my life, but I know one thing for sure: The look in Efrat's eyes can shower you with a feeling on the spot. The night I met her in Jerusalem I experienced it twice. Once when she shared how someone dear to her had gotten injured in the army (it was like she hit a switch: Coming from her eyes I felt pain approach me, enter my body and spread with split seconds. Just because she was not afraid to wear hers all over her expression.) And once when my friend Theresa said, "You should just come to Berlin." This time around, instead of bursting with pain, her eyes fired a round of excitement, like a little girl who has just been granted a castle to live in, a zoo full of her favorite animals and unlimited television watching. Too good to be true. Again, her emotions jumped over instantly. I felt my heart beat faster and a grin occupy my face. Receiving that insight from Efrat meant getting a full course of aliveness. It was dreamy. Thanks, Efrat, for sharing your mind and heart as freely!
Anything else?
Yes! The night I met Efrat was a big one for her. She had just won the casting for a post-graduate training as an opera singer in Tel Aviv that day. If you happen to be in Israel you should keep your ears and eyes open, and go see her if you are into opera. She sings marvelously. Congrats again, Efrat!
I challenge you: Find the red cat in the last picture.
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