Old City Wall, Jerusalem, Mary 2006
I also want to thank you for the beautiful time spent together. Hard to find the words… “you gave me such a treasure and I love you so”.
You were in my dream this night! You were still in Palestine, saying goodbye to a huge amount of people, under an extremely beautiful sky.
Except this surprising dream that I’ve just finished, nothing special those last days. I went to Beil’in again, there were more people, less violence than two weeks ago. Still too much tear gas.
Church of the Holy Sepulcher
I too had a dream about you, the night we parted. I’ll just quote from my journal:
“Last night in Faisel was not restful, I barely slept, worried about sleeping past my taxi time, and musing about M. But I had one pivotal dream, as dramatic and telling as any I’ve had in the past 3 months. Her family was hosting me for dinner, I met her father, an aging but regal and dignified gentleman who obviously had the respect of his entire family. I met her mother who had cooked a delicious meal. I met her younger brother who tried to quote a poem for me but was embarrassed to not fully recall it. When I was about to leave, her mother was bending over doing some kitchen work, I touched her shoulder lightly and thanked her for the meal. And I sat with M apart from the family, eating, and holding hands.
“So it was a dream of mixed messages: meeting her family, feeling a part of it, but not eliciting any words from her about her feelings.”
Just one little remark about your dream, “saying goodbye to a huge amount of people, under an extremely beautiful sky.” I did say goodbye under an extremely beautiful sky—to you, sitting outside the Old City walls. That sky was unlike anything I’d seen in Israel-Palestine to date. Perhaps you stand for all those I reluctantly leave, strongly love.