Truth is that I had a different kind of tattooist in mind before stepping into the tiny Vizi Tattoo studio in Jerusalem’s city center. A tattoo artist, I thought, belongs to the kind of vulgar fringe sub-culture that I typically want nothing to do with. I expected to meet someone covered in ink from head-to-toe. I expected to meet a man angry with his people’s religion, which forbids tattooing. Instead, I met a charming young man who patiently answered my misinformed questions. I became intrigued with tattoos after seeing one on the wrist of a dear friend, a terror victim…
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