As I walked out the door, a thought struck me. How strange that on this trip I’d found myself in situations where I was constantly thanking benevolent Israelis! Was that why I couldn’t get openly angry at them? The young woman on the shuttle invited my mother to visit her in Eilat. Stopping at my mother’s house, the couple was more than kind to show us into the garden. Ariela was going out of her way to give me informative tours of Jerusalem. Tikvah invited me for lunch. In all those situations, I remained silent. Was I worried about making waves? Was I too grateful for their kindness to be
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