Reblogging – Great post.
When we first moved to Israel, I felt uncomfortable sitting on buses and in cafes.
I would casually look around, trying to avoid notice, to see if there were any suspicious people or packages about; not sure, exactly, what my reaction would be if I spotted one.
Over time I have found myself less and less suspicious. More at ease in public places, as it so happens, but still not at ease.
“At ease” is not a behavior I was born with — or maybe I was — and was just spooked one too many times by a mischievous friend or traumatized by too many VC Andrews novels.
The world, for me, has almost always been a scary place.
And I have almost always been easily startled.
While here in Israel, I cautiously scan the room for bombs; in the States, I cautiously scanned darkened evening streets for rapists…
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