In our dialogue, I met a Palestinian man who described with glistening eyes the blossoms of the olive trees in his childhood house in Jenin, a few kilometers from where I grew up. I met a Palestinian woman who was shot at by a soldier who may have been my classmate, and who now raises her little girl the way I would raise my own. My friendship with this man and woman informs my life. The tenderness of our connection is in itself the movement forward.
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