As we were walking off of the plane in Ben Gurion Airport, it hit me: I was in Israel! I was in disbelief for about 30 minutes as we waited for security. My entire life I knew nothing of Israel but that it had no right to take away land from the Palestinians. And while I dubbed myself a liberal and intellectual, as I learned more about the conflict and immersed myself in Jewish thought, I felt uncomfortable walking in the airport. Was I a hypocrite for being in this country? Was I just dreaming when I thought that I can forget my past and come to terms with the present? Was I really as tolerant as I hoped I was? These were all questions I had to face, answer and challenge.
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