When we were little, we loved climbing on the colorful sculptures of lions scattered around Jerusalem. One day, on our way home from kindergarten, my mother took a picture of us climbing on one of the lions. From then on, every time we passed a lion, she insisted on taking a photo—with us smiling or not, as long as we stood next to it and didn’t miss the chance to add another lion to the growing collection.

 
It became an obsession: she had to get to every single lion in the city. She printed a list with the location of each one, and we would drive anywhere -- the Knesset, Safra Square, the city entrance, just to get these photos. We complained a lot in the car, and we didn’t always look the happiest in the pictures, but when my mother starts a project, it's till the end.

What we have left today is a Jerusalem memory—and countless pictures of us squinting in the sun, waiting to finally get back in the car.