Hey friends, or friends to be.
At first, when I heard of Kim’s actions, I was so happy and relieved.
I felt like someone, out there, see more in me than just a headline in a dramatic scene at your local evening news.
He asked us to help him to show you, people of Sweden, the other side. Our side of the story. I told myself: that’s cool. First thing tomorrow morning, when my boss is not around.
Now I’m home. No boss around.
But I feel so tired. I feel small. I think of you guys in your beautiful country, how far you are from all this mess, and I have no idea how I can touch your heart.
How can I make you see my side of the conflict? What the f_k IS my side of the conflict? I’m confused like everybody else here. I’m 30 years old, grew up in north Israel and I’ve spent more nights in bomb shelters than I can even start to count – I’ve seen some things that no child should. Yet, now I’m older, and there’s no hate in my heart. Never was.
I’m not a history master, I can’t tell you who started it all, I don’t even know if there’s hope for my little country. I don’t know the people from the other side.
But I have Arab friends, many of us do.
It’s not a perfect harmony, I won’t lie. Things here are so complicated that I don’t even know how to start. But I do know that in Israel the name ”shalom” (peace) is very common. For people, streets, restaurants, main roads, hotels, schools, villages and more. We answer the phone with ”shalom”, we use ”shalom” as a welcome greeting, and also as goodbye. The word ”peace” is in our everyday life. I was in ”Shalom Aleichem” elementary school.
We have so many songs about peace, about shalom – old and new – songs that are in our Israeli DNA for ever. You must know that. I feel like I have to tell you that. Of course we have our radicals. You have them too. They are everywhere.
The majority of Israel is a real peace seeker. You might find it hard to believe, but shalom, peace, is in our mentality.
But we are tired. I can feel it. I can see it in people’s eyes. It’s been 60 years of non stop fighting. We all got burned really bad. Sometimes I think we’re dealing with a brutal crazy terrorist, and sometimes I feel the need to reach out my hand to them, cause they probably are tired, just like me.