We hiked for eight hours up, down and through mountains in the arid Middle Eastern sand. In the first part of the day, I saw the sky enlivened by stars. This was around 3 o'clock in the morning. It was very cold; the merciless desert unleashed low penetrating temperatures.
After it all, we reached the Israeli-Egyptian border. I saw a lonely watchtower occupied by a lonely border guard whose obligation was to shoot any person ambitious enough or crazy enough to jump over the dusty barbed wire. The security guards on our little trip are Druze so they speak Arabic. They went down and shook hands with the Egyptian over barbed wire.
They were linked by language: politics didn't matter.
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