On Monday night, two young Israeli soldiers made a wrong turn and ended up in major trouble in Qalandiya, not far from Jerusalem, Israel.
Around the same time the young men wandered in, causing a riot and caught captive in their near-death experience with hurled stones and Molotov cocktails, I was in Gaza.
Well, Azza Street in Jerusalem, Israel. WAZE fondly calls it Gaza Street.
An annual Monday night in February, Jerusalem winter festival called Shaon Horef, or Winter Noise was happening from dark until 3:00 am.
So what would happen if a young Arab couple wandered in? Remember, hundreds of Israelis, many of them with beer bottles in hand, were out on the streets.
Nothing! No one paid attention. No one noticed. Nothing unusual.
They were captivated by the brilliant “Writing on the Wall” Flying Carpet experience at stop #12 of the festival, just like the rest of us.
Even during international Israel Apartheid Week, it really is hard to find apartheid.
