“My father told me: steal it.”
“And from that moment, I stole it… and it became my treasure,” says Nabil Khurayem.
In the heart of Jerusalem’s old city, Nabil opens his small shop, where an old anvil from 1957 still rests. He gazes at the market that has changed so much: once home to thirty or forty cobblers, today only Abu Nabil and two others remain.
Since childhood, Nabil grew up sitting in front of his father in that same small shop. One day his father told him: “Steal the craft.” From that moment on, he devoted more than sixty years of his life to a profession passed down from father to son.
And although the market rises and falls with the tides of the times, his heart remains bound to these ancient alleyways. Every morning, he still opens his small shop and meets his old friend, sharing together their memories of Jerusalem.
