(Toronto Globe & Mail) - Paul Adams We are now in our third year living in Israel (a reporter married to a Canadian diplomat). When we arrived, I noticed in our first year the equanimity with which our son Alexandre accepted the many signs that we had left our quiet little neighborhood in Ottawa so far behind. The man in front of us in the ice cream queue with a pistol jammed in his belt did not excite his interest, nor did soldiers hitch-hiking with automatic rifles slung over their shoulders. At the American school where he attends kindergarten, he has never questioned the presence of the short-haired men with wraparound sunglasses and bulges in their jackets who stand silently outside each of the gates in the morning.
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