Trying to get to work is not easy.
Yesterday I spent almost half an hour at Givat Asaf, the T Junction to Beit El. Lots of cars went by. Arab cars filled with well-dressed people. UN cars and even Pseudistinian-flagged cars. They were off to Ramallah, not Beit El. Most probably UK's Blair, the busy-body also passed me by.
I'm sure they didn't pay me much attention. I'm this grandmother with a blue bag on wheels. I'm the English teacher going to work.
How is it in the eye of the storm? The eye of the storm is quiet, busy with everyday concerns.
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