As I’m sitting here sending off emails to friends oceans away, I realized it’s past midnight. It’s May 1st.
One day full day and it’s Saturday.
And we’re boarding a plane.
And landing in Frankfurt.
And then Cairo.
My mother, granny, brother Sam and I celebrated an early mother’s day this evening since I–my mother’s only daughter, will be absent. After dinner my Granny insisted I come back to her home to pick out some scarves, of which she estimates she’s accumulated about 35.
One reminded me of a keffiyeh–A Palestinian solidarity scarf. Do you sympathize with the Palestinians more than the Jews, she asked me? I talked about extracting religion and focusing on human rights. The discussion that followed was fascinating and slightly unsettling. Maybe I’ll share details another time, but suffice it to say, I drove home without any music or news. A thing I only do when deep in thought.