Dark skinned in complexion with bright green eyes, long tufts of curly tar black hair. An unkempt beard and mustache contour his worn but jubilant face. His garments are raggedy and yellowing but still fresh scented. Walking through the streets of Tel Aviv he blends in with the bustling, organized chaos of 21st century society. His feet are dirty from his long journey through the sand and dust.. He only has a pair of leather sandals but wears no socks. Passersby pay him no more attention than any other man they pass on the crowded streets. He makes his way to the marina of the city and gazes longingly at the glimmering Mediterranean. His eyes see thousands of miles away. His ears hear the cries of fear and hatred. The prayers of hundreds of millions of people bounce between his ear drums. Eyes shut, he lifts his jaw to the…