Day 1: Diary of a wall

Today is a sad day...at least for me...for various reasons...but all interconnected...

Today Israel started building its 1 km long concrete wall along its borders with Lebanon...

The reason...it wants to protect its residents in Metulla...

People will woke up soon to face the wall...to stare at the wall...and most importantly...

They will wake up everyday imagining the worst things ever that they think it is happening behind the walls...

They will tell them that behind the walls...people are getting ready to kill them...and they will believe...

Because they can not see what is happening behind that wall...

They will tell them...monsters live behind the walls...they will believe...

Because they can not see who is behind that wall...

They will tell them...you should live with the wall...it is your only hope for survival...they will believe...

Because they can not see what is behind the wall...

All of this reminded me of the movie Lemon Tree...

I remember, I sat in the cinema in Paris from 2 pm till 9 pm watching 3 movies back to back...

Lemon Tree, 7 days and Waltz with Bashir... I was alone...sitting, watching and thinking...

Thinking how will this hatred end? I never thought it wont end...

But I was curious to know how will it end...what will the day look like...when we in the Middle East look at each other and say...the war is over...

At that time I had no answer...

Today...I can say...when the walls are destroyed...

Walls protect no one... on the contrary they remind people to be scared...

People in Metulla could have sat every morning on the balcony drinking tea or coffee looking at the other side of the border and thinking...why those Lebanese don't build nice apartments or houses the way we do...why don't they cultivate their lands as we do? 

After few weeks...people in Metulla will wake up everyday in fear looking at the wall...thinking of the monsters behind the walls that are preparing the grand attack...they will drink their coffee in fear and anxiety...

The walls of fear are being constructed...while I am writing these words...

My heart is filled with sorrow...