seriously, I never knew a flu like this.  my fever is now down, and I am beginning to be bored with doing nothing.  We’ve been binge watching Clarkson’s Farm (that British reality star) all day and now we’ve got to the part where he’s sold his sheep and his cattle and he’s raising pigs.  This may seem like a harmless series to watch when we’re waiting for 3 captives to be returned to us, but it brought me back to my father, who managed to get out of Danzig on the eve of the war, and on agricultural visas he went to raise pigs in England.  i don’t know how long the stint lasted but he was somehow comforted by them.  the fact that they would come to his window in the morning to ask to be fed must have brought him such comfort after being treated like an animal on the streets of Danzig and before that, Lida.  

And it got me to thinking about how one gets to be dehumanized, how the captives could be treated like animals and murdered without a thought.  It is not because the Gazans aren’t human beings, but because they were taught that we are not human.  

How do you convince someone that you are indeed human when they are convinced you are not?