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Yeah. I could still get stopped by the police… it’s different, I don’t know. It’s never happened to me. It’s happened to my father.
You’re in Ramallah right? How are you and your family? I’ve been hearing about more and more attacks
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To be honest it isn’t great. There has always been violence here and the regular day-to-day settler shit. But the violence isincreasing, absolutely. Nobody had really been talking about the West Bank because of Gaza, which I understand, I mean Gaza is destroyed. I have distant cousins there and it’s hard to keep up with what’s happening to them, they keep moving around. We’re losing our homes all over again. At least here we could leave if we really had to. In Gaza they’re stuck. With the ceasefire broken it’s like Israel is turning its attention to us to make a bigger point. I can’t go into too much detail over email actually.
It didn’t occur to me that our exchanges might be monitored. It struck me too late that this wasn’t just his reality, but mine too.
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I’m sorry about your cousins and everything. Asking how you’re doing is probably a stupid question during wartime/occupation.
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It is stupid! but still it feels nice to be asked :) How are YOU? America seems terrible maybe you should move here
I laughed loudly, snapping my mouth shut, remembering it was 2 a.m. I was exhausted but wanted to keep talking. I didn’t know how I was.
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I don’t think I’m good, actually. But what choice do I have to be anything else?
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I know what you mean
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Can I be stupid again for a second?
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Go ahead be stupid
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Do you feel strange being in your position? Being safer than Gazans but not entirely safe? Like a kind of survivor’s guilt but from a place of not having fully survived?
