Reading the Life of Sarah on the grass with other people
It’s really about what happens when someone dies
Out of all of the so-called cities out there, I have never felt so much like an outlaw in a space world
Hevron exists today, but post-apocalypse
Upon arrival I find Abed and ask for water. He hands me a bottle as I realize that I have no money in my wallet. He offers me the water for free. I refuse, but I must look thirsty. How can I take the water for free? I can’t take it.
The 3 shekel sum is the basis of all life in this moment.
I need to earn my water.
I walk briskly back to the group and ask Karen for change.
I return with the money and he gives me 2 bottles of water for the price of 2 bottles of water.
Abed’s wrinkled skin and enormous brown eyes shine.
A soldier is staring at me through the bulletproof glass of the booth. Beyond that is the The tomb of the atriarchs.
Soldiers are sitting, standing, breaking silence, laughing, and waiting.
I wish this were some fictional place. It might be that 70’s rock is blasting from the Jewish community centre across the road.
That reminds me
As we walk through the vibrant market (not the dead and gone market) old men offer us magnets of Arafat and old keys to old houses. We smile awkwardly, thinking out loud that they shouldn’t sell them.
I paid for that water. There are so many fresh parts all over the place, but the rot is tunneling around. I paid for that water.
Here, I always feel like a stranger in a familiar land.