Every morning this young baker leaves the family's bakery located at one of the lowest points in the Old City of Jerusalem climbs the steep steps with the packed cart full of hot begales up to the highest point near the Jaffa Gate. I have been spotting this young man in his strenuous journey to the upper side highly determined to get it work done. In an instant I have thought of Sisyphus, the king whose punishment was to roll a boulder up a steep mountain. However unlike the tragic hero from the Greek mythology the young man presents exactly the opposite, every work day his is filled with expectation and hope. Perhaps the striking similarity can be found in the essay written by Albert Camus, "The Myth os Sisyphus" as he has noted: "The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart"