We are sitting in an elegant cafe, Reviva, and having a very civilized conversation about keeping fit, and all I can think of is what it can feel like to drop an enemy.  I would really have to hate in order to pull it off, and there are a very very few people that I could imagine hating – and it wouldn’t be an anonymous enemy. 

So what can it be like to come up to someone sitting by a carwash with his son and shoot them point blank?   You have to really not see them as individuals and really hate them as a group.

I’m thinking about this as I intently watch a very pretty young girl at the table next to ours, and suddenly I realize she has switched places so that she’s behind a potted plant where I can’t see her.  I must have been trying to visualize what it was like to be a terrorist too much in my attempt to understand them.  If you are the girl who was at Reviva’s tonight, and you felt endangered, I apologize.