Where the Desert Meets the Sea

by Werner Sonne

Now they fight us, thwart us, bully us, courting the Arabs whenever possible. Most of them are worse anti-Semites than the Nazis.”

But we are Jews, and we do intend to finally have our own homeland. Where we don’t have to keep apologizing for merely existing. Where we won’t be exiled or exterminated. If the Arabs can understand that, there’s enough room for all of us.”

“If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand wither away”—it was the Zionists’ battle cry.

They never give up, do they? Always some German wanting to kill us Jews.”

What happens then? The Arabs will overrun us. First they starve us out, then they butcher us.”

He watched her hesitantly climb up into the cockpit behind him. “Ever flown before?” She shook her head. “Don’t worry, they always come back down.”