I really have not understood the meaning of borders until I came here. For this piece of land the size of New Jersey, borders mean everything. And I dont mean toll booths. Fences. Serious Fences. Barbed Wire. And sometimes walls. And this is not far away. This is right over there. I could walk to it. We spent a week up North- Haifa, Daliat Ha karmel (druze village), Tel Hai, Ramlah, Rehovot, Rosh Pina. Driving on the highway... theres a fence right next to us. That's the west bank. Those buildings, Hebron. Another village. There's settlers. Its written on the fence in black graffiti, l'at l'at, habibi. Slowly slowly, dear. In Tel Hai, we stayed in a hostel. There were lights beyond a mountain. Lebenon. So close I could touch it. In Ramleh, we heard a
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