Let me think about it, he wanted to say. I have no idea myself. Right outside, everyone’s attacking each other, the violence deadlier and deadlier, the future more uncertain, and here we are, a Jew and an Arab, in the heart of Jerusalem, and we’re about to be parents. The situation was completely absurd. Could anyone justify bringing a child into this city full of hate? Should he ask Hana if she really wanted that? Instead, he took her in his arms again. “I love you,” he said, and pushed the strands of hair from her face. “We will manage, somehow we will.”
