Many thanks to Michel for sharing the pain of writing this text and the burden of facing past and present.I first visited Israel in 2009. I was crisscrossing Jordan with Brazilian friends and my family, parents included. Two families with no language in common on an improvised and happy adventure, with kids pampered in five languages – I rarely had so much fun in my life. When we stopped at the Dead Sea on the Jordanian side, we went to Jerusalem for the day. Who wouldn’t be dazzled? We all were.
