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“Don’t worry,” the driver quickly reassures him, “she’s a friend of the Arabs.” A broad smile spreads across the new passenger’s face and the journey continues with unbounded Arabic babble about the conflict, Israeli oppression and the unadulterated Anglo-American support for the occupying power. Then another Arab gets into the front of the van and eyes me suspiciously. “So much the better,” they exclaim grinning.

“I don’t speak Hebrew, just Arabic,” I reply and quickly, my story is revealed.

They turn to me and ask me something in Hebrew. “Where does the Jew want to go?” one of them asks the other in confusion. Looks of surprise pass between the Arab driver and his Arab passengers upon seeing a white girl get into the minivan. I continue my journey down South to the Negev desert, where I jump into an unregistered shuttle bus to the Bedouin town of Rahat. My first few hours in the ‘Holy Land’ full of unholy deeds and already I’m involved in a game of pick and chose, Arabs or Jews. Why are you giving the Jews all of this?” God replies with a wry smile, “don’t worry, wait and see who I’ve given them for neighbours.” So God takes Moses to look over the holy land and says, “look Moses, this is the land I propose for you and your people, what do you say?” Moses replies, “well God, the Israelites are a democratic people so let me go and ask them and then I’ll give you our reply.” Off goes Moses and in the meantime, a little devil whispers into God’s ear, “but you’re being so generous the land is so green and beautiful, it’s got the sea, mountains, everything. As I drag my bags out of Ben-Gurion airport in Tel Aviv and haul them into a taxi, my taxi-driver says, “you are English, yes?” Yes.