"I loathe the ground under which you burrow."
Two IDF reservists lost their way on the West Bank. After they stopped at a Police station to ask for directions, an angry mob gathered to rip the men from limb to limb. Last week an American tourist missed her tour bus. She walked beside the road. Four Arabs dragged her into a field, hacked at her with knives and left her for dead.
Raw hatred from neighbors promotes a constant dread. Being in range of Iranian missile strikes tenses the shoulder muscles a feeling similar to that experienced by prison inmates.
One feels trapped, unwanted.
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