Palestine was whole again.But still separated by miles. Two year’s more work. Commanding two hundred politicians, a thousand bureaucrats. Meeting wi...h a dozen Israeli political parties and a half-dozen new Palestinian ones, the editors and journalists from newspapers, radio and television in five different countries, hundreds of rabbis, imans and priests.There were public protests, of course. But protests were powerless when politicians from every party were compelled to only provide lip. It involves me and some friends when I was having the most confusing week of my life. Sometimes, life can sure get confusing, know what I mean? In this life, I didn’t get many breaks. I wasn’t rich and my family wasn’t exactly made up of nice people. My mother Elle doesn’t give a damn about it and never has. My father Frank is far away and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care. He’s got his own business, his own money and his own everything. My little sister Anna is a nasty little bitch with. That’s when people became my work. It started innocently enough - pattern recognition was the first step. The company boss would take his lunch earlier on Tuesdays. One man would go to the washroom without fail at 10:30 every day and stay there for about six minutes. Day in and day out, all I did was watch these cameras. My duties extended beyond that, theoretically, but never in reality. I was never called to patrol the roof, I was never called to talk to people. Do your job. Do your job. This. I was tiny 5’1 and only 19 years old. I had an hourglass shape to my body which I often hid under long pants and t-shirt. “Attention passengers, due to the rain we are unable to depart at the present time, please enjoy the inflight movie .“Looks like we may be here for a while… my name is Cassandra” the woman spoke and reached out her hand for me to shake. “Charlie,” I simply said. She began to speak and we eventually got to know each other, we discovered we were both from the Greater Toronto.