The Israel flag from the west bank of the River Jordan.
I would have liked to have jumped across the river, but if I missed, I would surely be a goner. The bottom of the River Jordan is very silty and I am sure that no trace of me would ever be found.
Seeing the flag flying did have an emotional impact on me. It was like a statement, that there she stands as a marker, that this is indeed Israel and so it shall remain.