“You’re stuck? Just pass me your backpack.” • I got stuck in an ancient underground tunnel under Jerusalem today. An archaeological find revealed a drainage channel that ran through Jerusalem. It’s wet, slippery, dark and completely my Indiana Jones dream. 6 meters underground, the passage narrows. I saw it coming. There were plastic sheets on the walls to smoothen out the impacts from bumping around. “Just think you’ll fit and you’ll fit! I think I can, I think I can, I think... I can’t. I can’t.” My shoulders pinned closer to my neck as I realized I became a cork in a wine glass, wedged in and blocking the fun. “Can we back up? I’m stuck. Yeah, I’m stuck.” I resisted the urge to beep like a dump truck, it’s already a dumpy situation. I laughed. I’m stuck in an ancient sewer in the town Jesus performed miracles in. “Jesus? Mary? Joseph? Are you there? Can you help me? Might need a miracle here,” I prayed in my head. I laughed again, maybe more panicked: I thought about Israeli archite...