little broken hopes

tonight i fly away from the middle east.
away from israel, away from palestine, away from egypt.

i have not written yet about hebron, because i don't really know exactly how to write about hebron. you will have to give me time to think about hebron and hopefully i will be able to write something about it in the coming days, when i am alone and listless in s.e.asia. hebron, which is called al khalil by the arabs and hevron by the jews, is probably one the craziest place i have ever been, seen or heard about. give me time, it will come.

meanwhile, since then i have left the west bank, left jerusalem and headed coastward, back into 1948 israel, and i have covered great swathes of territory by automobile and bus, cutting northwards to haifa, acre, caesarea, tiberias, the sea of gallilee, the place where jesus multiplied fish and bread and fed thousands, the place where jesus hung out and preached, the place where jesus ran a donut stand. i have also visited the quite stunning golan heights, where farmers till soil next to fields of land mines, and caving syrian bunkers. i have hung out with rakefet and leor and maytal and it has been a really really great time. the landscapes were stunning, the people wonderful and kind and the food, incredible. but, then, throughout, the burning desire to shout and tell people what i have seen, what they are obviously ignoring, and for me to run back there, eastward, across the green line and back to the olive fields, to keep on working, to keep on hoping, and to keep on fighting.

this is a brief update to say hello, and say what i've been doing.
i am well, loved and safe, and i am considerably heartbroken.

i will try to write almost daily from this point forward.