On a lighter note, I tried explaining to Salamon that I was not out to kill Shchem's family and I had even warned some of their kids that their plastic-bag-over-head game was dangerous. He thus inscribed "And then I told them not to do it because it was dangerous, and I took away the plastic bag from them". Cuts in the officer at our side, "Yalla open a new tik for taking the bag away."
That was awesome.
But funniness aside, I'm all confused. I'm all mixed up inside. On the one hand, I just want to run away and never deal with all this again (including the huge fuss and ShimonNLevi's zealousness), but on the other hand, I want to walk out in pretty dresses all hours of day and night and never let anybody detect even a slight streak of fear or smallness.
I'm gonna be ok. I am already ok. I even went back there (guarded, of course) and pointed it all out. That made me feel better. As did my little trek around town, making sure everyone knows I am still here, I am still me and I am (still) untouchable.
I'm gonna stay.