Eytan returned home from service a couple weeks ago, but he’s off again after New Year’s. It’s been 2 years since I’ve moved out of Israel because I got a scholarship to a university in England, for writing and directing after they saw my documentary of the horrific events in Israel. I regularly email my parents and brother, they’re doing fine back home, but I do miss them dearly at times. I haven’t visited them since I’ve started my course here, I don’t have enough money or enough time. I share a dorm at university with a girl named Chanel; she’s the only friend I’ve made since I moved to England. Chanel has long golden locks and deep blue eyes. She’s the definition of a white girl; goes to Starbucks every day, loves Nutella, likes to party,
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It’s been 3 years since I’ve sent her the email. I will never know what her reaction to the email was, angry? Sad? Relieved? There’s one thing I know for sure though, it’s hard. Starting fresh, leaving my past behind, pretending the first 20 years of my life never happened the way it did. It has been difficult to make friends here in Canada; the news about the Gaza war went around and is quite well known to other countries. The people here think I’m a terrorist, or a suicide bomber, either way it’s horrible. Just walking down the streets of the CBD at night is a struggle, I’ve been egged a few times, and with racial remarks yelling at me to “go back to my country” or “go bomb your own kind”, there’s worse ones but I don’t speak about them. The only thought that gets me through all this is Tal. Meeting her in 2 days, I’m so relieved and well, excited. I keep her message from the bottle on my bedside table and re-read it over and over every night before bed, sometimes throughout the night; I just can’t sleep. My main focus here in Canada though, is passing my medical course, and finding a well-paid job. I already have a job here, as a bus boy in some crabby diner; just so I can afford the plane ticket to
It’s been 3 years since I’ve sent her the email. I will never know what her reaction to the email was, angry? Sad? Relieved? There’s one thing I know for sure though, it’s hard. Starting fresh, leaving my past behind, pretending the first 20 years of my life never happened the way it did. It has been difficult to make friends here in Canada; the news about the Gaza war went around and is quite well known to other countries. The people here think I’m a terrorist, or a suicide bomber, either way it’s horrible. Just walking down the streets of the CBD at night is a struggle, I’ve been egged a few times, and with racial remarks yelling at me to “go back to my country” or “go bomb your own kind”, there’s worse ones but I don’t speak about them. The only thought that gets me through all this is Tal. Meeting her in 2 days, I’m so relieved and well, excited. I keep her message from the bottle on my bedside table and re-read it over and over every night before bed, sometimes throughout the night; I just can’t sleep. My main focus here in Canada though, is passing my medical course, and finding a well-paid job. I already have a job here, as a bus boy in some crabby diner; just so I can afford the plane ticket to