|Season's first pomegranate - captured with Instagram|
The pomegranates have returned, as has the fear. I heard a noise the other night. "Armed burglars! Hide!," I was mocked. "Nah, I'm not worried. There is an armed soldier with an M-16 standing outside a few steps down the block." That was my response. Since when do I find normalcy, nonchalance and even comfort in armed soldiers and M-16s?
|Brrrrr, in Arabic|
I know how to say cockroach in Arabic and Hebrew now. Sarsoor, the Arabic word, sounds like an onomatopoeia, as though the word is imitating the insect's shuffling. The latest word I can read in Arabic is "brrrrrr!", a lesson courtesy of a Coca-Cola can that seems to suggest that no matter where you are in the world, "this beverage is best enjoyed cold."
I am observing, gliding quietly through my days, attempting to carve a place for myself. Thank you for being patient with me while I look for my words.