More naive then naive I'm naive because I grew up in a Naive time.

Born: USA, 1976
Bred: Israel, 1976-2003
Fled: New York, 2003-now.


From the first Gulf War, I remember getting time off school,
hanging out with the family - wearing a gas mask.
It was all mashed up with my teenage angst/ awkward period.

We were lucky enough to HAVE a privileged, teenage angst.
Fuled by all the right music and slogans.

The right slogans have arrived from America, we had diplomatic relations always.

My neighbors fled and abandoned their poodle.
Walking the dog, I recall empty streets.


I don't remember '82 in Lebanon.

My dad does.

My dad fought in that war (reserves), came back with stories about camels
he had totally fabricated while guarding the middle of no where.

I was six.

My dad also remembers how 30 years back, Lebanon was beautiful -
before INTERNAL sect-wars had torn it apart, before they had a puppet-government.


My dad sent me this photo today, his parking spot got demolished by a Katyusha missile.



s.




(for dad, love)  ¶ 9:04 AM