The Adventures of Tintin in Jerusalem

For as long as I can remember, my study wall has been lined—well, virtually lined—with Hergé’s Tintin adventures. From the snows of Tibet to the sands of Egypt, from the markets of Morocco to the frozen shores of Iceland, Tintin and Snowy have taken me everywhere… even to the Moon!

And yet, one place was missing.

“Strange,” I thought one evening, leafing through the albums. “Tintin’s been to the Belgian Congo, the United States, India, China, the Soviet Union… but never Israel!”

The idea stuck in my mind like a burr. What would the world’s most intrepid reporter make of the Holy Land?

I could almost see it—Tintin, standing solemnly at the Western Wall, his brow furrowed in concentration. Snowy, peering up in confusion:
“Why is my master wearing a kippa and tying those leather straps? And… is that a note he’s hiding in the stones? Could he be working for the Mossad?”

Then, in a flash, Tintin in the olive-green of the IDF, Uzi slung over his shoulder, eyes alert for danger. Moments later, the same young man in a Tel Aviv laboratory, tinkering with mysterious devices—exploding beepers, no less!

My imagination was running wild. And then I remembered—thanks to OpenArt, I could bring this vision to life.

So I did.

And though Snowy somehow ended up looking suspiciously like Snoopy (still working on that part!), there they were at last—Tintin and his faithful companion, winding their way through the narrow streets of Jerusalem. An adventure that even Hergé never drew… until now.