Earlier this winter, Sidra and I took a little road trip to the Israeli Arab town of Nazareth, where we spent the weekend in a funky little inn, the Fauzi Azar. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. When you get away from the headlines that force your attention to the foreground, the more ultimate truths of the background come into relief.
The case of Nazareth is both fascinating and disturbing. The city didn’t change my mind about things I and others have written about in the past. But it did make those things so vivid that I haven’t been able to see the most familiar parts of Israel in the same way.
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