Ohad H.
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Hate Alarm!!
On August 5, I went to buy a coffee here, just below my home. The barista, Alberto, was wearing a T-shirt showing the entire country of Israel labeled as Palestine.
I told him that it made me sad to see it — because my home is there. His reaction was something I’ve never experienced before.
He calmly explained, in a shocking statement, that Israel shouldn’t exist — including the people who live there. I said that I believe in peace, in living together, and that many innocent people have already died for nothing. He answered that all Israelis — even children and babies — deserve to die because they live on occupied land.
I have never encountered such open hatred in my life. I’ve never gone back since, because now I’m honestly afraid.
I hoped I could forget it and move on, but I think about it every day. So today — on a day meant to represent peace — I decided to write about a place that represents hate.
The coffee may be good, but remember: when you enter this café, you may be told that you deserve to die.