“What religion are you?” a soldier asks me, scanning the pages of my passport.“None,” I answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t have one.”He looks at me suspiciously. “What religion are your parents?”“None.”“Grandparents?” he says, obviously frustrated.“I guess they were Christian.”
“It’s disgusting. I don’t want to protect those settlers,” he had said.
“The settlers start over 90 percent of the violent confrontations. If I could, I’d drag every single one of them out of there myself. Everyone ~ I mean everyone ~ hates serving there. It’s the worst place on earth. It’s hell on earth.”
“Thank you for visiting my city. But just remember: we are all human beings, and we all deserved to be treated as such. We have to respect each other, or else what are we doing here on earth?”