“We need Proof Of Judaism,” what about I take a bullet in my head instead.
Patience, patience; One day, I will get through and out with the paperwork and obtain my one-way ticket flight and out I will be gone from this shithole. In a heartbeat, I will hand over my old passport at the Israeli border so we can take care of it by burning it to the ground. In the mean time, let me just complain some more—baruch Hashem.
When you try to ask questions so to make conversation—because, I am not a boring person—and they look at you with suspicion as though to say; “Foreign, why are you asking me questions.”
Sometimes, I forget to remind myself not to forget before going outside that I’m not welcome. It just helps with everything you know; like in how I’m not welcome. It feels better now isn’t. Now smile.