An Israeli City The loose paint on the bedroom ceiling was an Israeli city from above-- the white roofs of the Jews, the red roofs of the Arabs. We slept then woke in the night belly to belly. It was unsettling to think that so much animosity could have built up in the navels of people who roll around in the dust together.
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