We’re one, but we’re not the same. We get to carry each other.
1992. I’m wrapping up my service in the IDF and still in love with my first boyfriend (hi Amit!) though it’s just about to end. Achtung Baby is released. I loved U2 through High School and had a poster of Bono on my wall in Yeshiva. ‘One’ grabs me hard. I made it the anthem at the summer program I was working at that year with American/Israeli teens: Hundreds of us sing it at the closing ceremonies on the beach. I still get chills:
One love. One blood. One life. You got to do what you should. One life with each other
Sisters and my brothers
One life. But we’re not the same. We get to carry each other, carry each other.
Day 2 of 50. Happy Passover, Easter, Spring. One.