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In our teens, we dreamed of making peace between Israelis and Palestinians. Then my friend was shot,

written and read by Roy Cohen, and produced by Hadi Moeah.

On the 11th May 2021, I was sitting with a small group in a cafe in southern Tel Aviv studying

Arabic. Our teacher, a Palestinian citizen of Israel, had been telling us that he and his pregnant

Jewish wife kept getting turned down by landlords who would not rent their property to a mixed couple.

We were almost at the end of the three-hour class when air raid sirens sounded. A few days earlier,

missiles had been launched from Gaza into Israel, but this was the first time they had hit Tel Aviv.

Beyond the fear of an air strike, I had a sad, heavy feeling. I had recently returned to live in

Israel after 15 years studying and working abroad. I remembered a time in the mid-1990s when I

believed that Israel was going to be different, more just and less violent. That belief now felt

like a distant memory. My faith in Israel's future had been inspired by an experience I shared

as a teenager with a group of extraordinary people. As we waited for the rocket fire to stop,

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