When the old flamenco singer sits down in front of you and says, "Tocame Pormedio" (play for me in the middle), you must instantly understand where to place your fingers on the guitar's fretboard. And that's why we travel there, to Andalusia, across the Mediterranean Sea, to learn and internalize this flamenco language.

But when I play here the flamenco I studied there, there is no use in trying to prevent it from mixing with the local sounds that I hear in Jerusalem, Yaffa, the deserts or on the beaches. And the result, like the old man asked for, is PorMedio - "in between" countries, instruments and sounds.