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The Fever

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“Counterinsurgency rests on the assumption that the enemy has significant support in the communities from which it recruits. The aim of counterinsurgency strategy is to deny the enemy any propaganda victories that can further fuel its recruitment. Insurgents must be isolated from their targeted host communities. This requires a combination of psychological, physical and economic warfare, all with the aim of undermining the insurgents’ ideological, operational and financial capabilities. From: Maajid Nawaz's article titled, 'How to Beat Islamic State', December 11th, 2015”

“Die israelische Gesellschaft ist schon lange ein schillerndes Mosaik zwischen zwei Polen –Demokratie und Religion. Wie könnte es auch anders sein mit einem Volk voller Widersprüche: Säkulare, Traditionsbewusste, Religiöse, Modern-Orthodoxe, Ultraorthodoxe, Siedler. Und alles dazwischen. Mit den Palästinensern Israels. Mit Juden, Muslimen, Christen, Drusen, Baha’i … Viele dieser Gruppen haben ihren eigenen Lebensstil, spezielle Überzeugungen und kollidierende Vorstellungen von den wichtigsten Bereichen gesellschaftlichen Zusammenlebens. Von Ehe und Scheidung, Wehrpflicht, Geschlechtertrennung, Bildung, Toleranz für Minderheiten, Einstellung zu den Palästinensern und zur Zwei-Staaten-Lösung. Und so viel mehr. Dieses Mosaik aus Widersprüchen hält nur mit Kompromissen. Und einer Führung, die das Volk der Israelis mehr oder weniger zusammenbringt. Ansonsten kommt es zu gefährlichen Rissen. Wenn ich heute auf Israel blicke, sehe ich vor allem ein Land, das sich von innen zerreißt. Menschen, die mit ihren Wurzeln um sich schlagen, als seien sie Waffen.”

“I have walked by stalls in the market-place where books, dog-eared and faded from their purple, have burst with a white hosanna. I have seen people crowned with a double crown, holding in either hand the crook and flail, the power and the glory. I have understood how the scar be­comes a star, I have felt the flake of fire fall, miraculous and pentecostal. My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are grey faces that peer over my shoulder.”

“There were no milestones in the Copper Country. Often a traveler could only measure the progress of a journey by the time it took to get from each spoiled or broken thing to the next: a half-day’s walk from a dry well to the muzzle of a cannon poking out of a sand-slope, two hours to reach the skeletons of a man and a mule. The land was losing its battle with time. Ancient and exhausted, it visited decrepitude on everything within its bounds, as though out of spleen.”

“As they gently lowered it into the earth, all stared silently at the coffin but one: a young woman of twenty-five who glanced absentmindedly into the distance where an unknown figure stood – watching, waiting, his face buried in the shadow of his hat. Whether by intuition or paranoia she could not tell, but the presence of the man troubled her and her eyes were fixed on his motionless body and would not stir. Tourists rarely came to a town as small and uneventful as theirs, let alone to visit a funeral where they did not introduce themselves and only beheld the spectacle from afar.”

“Carcass. Cut in half. Stunner. Slaughter line. Spray wash. These words appear in his head and strike him. Destroy him. But they’re not just words. They’re the blood, the dense smell, the automation, the absence of thought. They burst in on the night, catch him off guard. When he wakes, his body is covered in a film of sweat because he knows that what awaits is another day of slaughtering humans.”

“Jaron stood on top of a hill, staring blankly into the distance and taking in every detail of the scene unfolding below him. To his back the sun was setting, casting its last rays over the field below and painting the sky around him in a vast array of red and gold. He shuddered slightly as a cool breeze blew gently through the tall grass of the field, nipping sharply at his cheeks which had gone numb from standing exposed to the elements for too long. It was a seemingly perfect fall day, and he couldn’t help but feel that it was somewhat ironic that it was on this day life as he knew it was coming to an end.”