How Yaara dragged me out of bed to get to the port this morning is beyond me. But she was right – 8:30 in the morning is the best time to sit in a cafe by the sea. The port is lovely, quiet, and peaceful, and the croissants at cafe cafe we great. The only problem was she wanted to talk nostalgia, about how wonderful the country was before 1967. I almost fell into the trap but stopped myself. It is a very important thing to remember: We can’t go back there, things will never be as they were, and we must pay attention to what is now and what we can do to ameliorate the situation. Without malice, without self-deception, without pity – for others or ourselves. Just try to work things out.