Following structure design autobiographical writing. Autobiographical writing process which ultimately transition from the architect's relationship to the public service.

The project is located in the Old City of Jerusalem side walls of Jerusalem. The building is a housepeace which it ancient relics preservation, part of him buried in the ground and part appears as masharabeih of  brick-shaped.

The project was selected to present at the Biennale in Venice 2012 frontal.

Fortress of the Mind // Hila simon                                                             

I was told of a Buddhist, who lived in a house on a mountainside in a small village, and my feet led me there. After four days of unpaved roads and local transportation I arrived on my own with a feather, an Indian coat and a backpack.

A sunny Friday. I walked through empty, narrow streets. Near a metal gate I met a man resting on a chair, staring. A tourist. I asked whether he had heard of the Buddhist, but in vain. We roamed the roads, crossed the village, yet found nothing. It was already after sundown.  I was left to search on my own.

In a French bakery I discovered that most of the village was populated by Europeans who had chosen to leave civilization behind and built an isolated village. I asked the smiling vendor; she did not know or did not understand. There I found a notice with a vague map on the wall. I hesitated for a minute, it was dark, the streets were empty, yet an inner impulse pulled me up the hill.

On the edge hung a sphere shaped moon. An alarming sound of dogs barking caused me to retreat, but suddenly a gentle, soft voice was heard, drew me to it. I peeked behind a tree; over there a broad shouldered man was sitting, his eyes slanted and his hair wild and unkempt. His voice wrapped me with curiosity; I waited for the right moment to approach. He was surprised. He stood up, smiled and led me to the Buddhist.

A small house, lit up with red and white candles, he entered without knocking and I followed him. There I met him, bald, tall, upright, his body was covered with a loose cloth and his eyes were quiet.

• Would you take me deeper now?

• You are the light that leads me to the place where I’ll find peace again.

• You are the strength that keeps me walking.

• How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?

• You calm the storms and give me rest.

• You won’t let me fall.