Dear Israel,
we met in low light, shimmering colorful down on our heads full of childish naivety. It was in a place, just built for us to enjoy, dream and play within. And when the morning came we opened a new chapter upon the nights dreams.
We gathered around the light, warming our hearts from each others nearness. It is simple and fragile this place called home but for you the ‚where‘ doesn’t seem to matter too much anyways. Your families come from so many places and making home is in your DNA and still in a progress. While on the other side of that wall we see from here, home for others is in great danger so the land you live on would be fully yours one day. It would be easy for me to ask why you wouldn’t fight for a better world outside your door. But whatever nation one lives in, we are all doing it: Accepting someone else’s suffering so we can feel like living a safe and peaceful life. Just the distance between those others and our doorstep varies.
I feel comfortable when I’m with you. And even though the somewhat similar croaking sounds we form describe different things, I get you. It is intuition that tells you what to do and when it seems you came to a dead end, you just ask „What to do?“ with an accepting smile because you can only do so much. Your way of living the dolce vita, mixed with that feeling of being a tribe and a pushing „Yalla“!
Down south where most of the land and least of the people are, brave ideas find their space to be lived. In little parallel worlds that seem so far away from all the outside world, interrupted in their peace only by occasional gunshots and explosions in the distance. You probably don’t even notice these anymore, because everything becomes normal if you’re in it long enough. I couldn’t stay to feel that happen. But I’ll be back to be the yes man in your holy land again.
Yours, truly
Ken
2015 - 2017