We stayed in a German Guest House in the middle of the Old City of Jerusalem just 100 meters from the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. For a monk of 40 years, being that close to the most holy site in Christendom was a blessing of the first order. The Church is open between 4am and 6pm each day and mobbed with tourists and pilgrims every hour except 4-5am.
So, Cliff awoke every morning at 3:30am, dressed and spent an hour at the Church. Then came back. I was glad we could stay at a place that delighted Cliff so much. I seldom go to sleep before midnight. Even if I weren’t an iconoclast, there is nothing that interests me enough to get up at 3:30am.
Mostly I got back to sleep and stayed asleep through Cliff’s return, waking for the communal breakfast at 8:30am.
Cliff stayed in Jerusalem a few more days as I went off to the Republic of Georgia. Two weeks later we went to Dachau and Nuremberg together. We met in Darmstadt in the evening and drove to Dachau. At one point I asked if he had any reason to set his alarm before 7. He smiled and said, “No, but if you share a room with a monk in Jerusalem, you have to expect an early wake up.”
