I live in an Arab area, mostly Muslim. I chose this place because I wanted to be no more than a five minute walk to the beach. I go there every day.
I’d love to live in the HaPishpishim (flea market) or Old City, but I couldn’t afford it.
I’m getting used to the smells of men’s cheap cologne, the fish market and shisha.
I stick out like a sore thumb. I have no clue what they make of me. My short white hair, my European clothes, my American accent, my embarrassing shitty Hebrew and ailing pug…
I am humbled. They are so so Israeli, in a way I never will be.
Israelis come in every imaginable way. I’m learning about a new way. I keep pushing myself deeper into otherness. It is isolating, I know this. Yet it’s fulfilling to be able to test one’s self. It forces me to be quiet and observe. I don’t feel like I am anyone or anything and I think that’s what I really wanted. I needed to let all that I am go. When you no longer pay attention to what others think and you just live without judging one minute of the day, you become free. Really free.