I was born 1990. I remember not understanding what's going on, going home early on busses, and being upset that there was no cartoons on TV, just news and news and people talking.
It took some time for me to realize that the world changed, but I hardly remember the old world, tbh.
Today I live in Israel, and I can distinctly feel the difference between before Oct. 7th and after. It might be naivete, but there was a sense of hope, that perhaps slowly, incrementally, just maybe, there could be some sort of peace. That hope now requires immense faith to keep burning in this storm.
I was born 1990. I remember not understanding what's going on, going home early on busses, and being upset that there was no cartoons on TV, just news and news and people talking.
It took some time for me to realize that the world changed, but I hardly remember the old world, tbh.
Today I live in Israel, and I can distinctly feel the difference between before Oct. 7th and after. It might be naivete, but there was a sense of hope, that perhaps slowly, incrementally, just maybe, there could be some sort of peace. That hope now requires immense faith to keep burning in this storm.
Being of that age, it's weird how we could see what was happening, but it just didn't settle in until later.
And living in Israel. Goodness. Keeping hope alive is vital.