While making the last preparations for lunch today, I delved into this thought: what if I am entirely wrong?

I mean, what if all this block of believes, moral stands and political views that I have built for myself and conducted my life upon will not stand the wave of reality?

What if all my mechanics that call for two state for two people, for discussion about Jerusalem, 48′ lines, the right of some of the refugees and the abandonment of the settlement hallucination, what if all of these, once fulfilled with accordance to my wishes, will tackle the reality presented by very insightful people from the hawkish part of Israel? What if is it really not a territorial discussion, but an essential discussion about acknowledging the other side right to live in Israel?

There was something horrifying and relieving about that thought. It was horrifying to face, even for a moment of fantasy, the crashing of your tower of beliefs. And it was relieving because the reality in Israel by both sides allow you the comfort of tackling these moments only in fantasy.

I was very careful not to use any vegetables during lunch (to be continued….)