The best camera is the one you actually have with you. And better a blurry picture than none at all. In the Carmel Hills the first night in Haifa, my husband's cousins took us up over the bay. I pulled out the cell phone and snapped. Our relatives are still unharmed but visiting a place, you run the movie in your head when you hear the news reports. You remember the feel of the warm Tel Aviv sand on your bare feet during brunch on the beach. You remember walking the coast to Jaffa and the cafe/political book store that hosts talks with both Israelis and Palestinians. And the liberal in you wonders how you would feel if you heard sirens while caught in an LA traffic jam on the 405.
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