Reflections on ‘Postcard from Israel’

When I got to Israel on July 1, I hoped to feel a sense of relief in coming, that I had made the right decision. Instead, I felt guilt. My first few evenings in Tel Aviv I watched the sun set into the Mediterranean Sea, knowing less than a hundred miles south of me Gazans [...]

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When I got to Israel on July 1, I hoped to feel a sense of relief in coming, that I had made the right decision. Instead, I felt guilt. My first few evenings in Tel Aviv I watched the sun set into the Mediterranean Sea, knowing less than a hundred miles south of me Gazans [.

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