"Tin Soldiers on Jerusalem Beach" is the name of Chana's dream. It has become, for me, a name of many meanings.
Tin soldiers are here for good. Made of tin, they are permanent and functional. They never die. They certainly do not feel. Do they exist? And what is inside them?
Jerusalem Beach is not to be found on any geographic map. It is a dreamland where even tin soldiers have a life of their own. Here on earth, Jerusalem Beach is an improbable location, perhaps as improbable as this country we are trying to defend and which exists in spite of all rational calculations.
Real soldiers in Jerusalem alleys are our daily reality. This book deals with a separate reality, one of inner-space experience, fantasy, and emotion. Can these two realities be united?
There is no beach in Jerusalem, and soldiers are full-sized human beings. Yet Jerusalem exists, and Chana exists, and dreams exist as well.