After centuries of silence, I, Jerusalem, decided to speak to tell my true story, not the one spread by those who compromise with me, the naive who imagine that I must belong to one of them; who look at me as a bride they can cage or a harlot who gives herself to the highest bidder.

I am Jerusalem... the unique, the sacred, the complete, and in my stones, the three eternal truths tremble; each complements the other and cannot be separated.

Criticisms that will inevitably stir my emotions do not matter to me, and there is no doubt I have reached the age where I no longer fear insult or mockery. This age of maturity where I fear nothing - should I admit it?...