'At last', he thought as he ascended up the tree, 'a place
without Israelis'.  It was perfect; Indonesia does not let
Israeli passport holders in.
'This must be heaven'
The cannibal colony living on the treetops was like a life
long dream coming true.  He was a tall, handsome,
ex-commando officer in the IDF so he headed to the jungle.
He would hunt for food, fight wild animals, live with the
cannibals, any risk was worth it.  Just to find that place,
that sweet far place, the place without 'Where have you been
in the army?' and, 'What do you think of Bibi Netanyahu?'

Suddenly, like a violent dagger strike, the sun stung his
eyes.  He stopped, for there was nowhere higher to climb to,
above him a painful white and below a soothing black. The
leaves not green anymore but scorched black were silently
falling to the dark abyss.

He closed his eyes.

The jungles calls and shrieks could not be heard anywhere.
Was he in the jungle after all?  And if not then where was
he?

Finally he opened his eyes, the black and white vision was
still there.  And then he saw something. At first he wasn't
sure but then he saw it again.  Small dark figures, like
displaced children, maybe hundreds of them, staring at him.

He froze.

'Why?' was his first thought.

Was he afraid?
Maybe he was for the first time in his life.
And then he heard a voice; it was clear, distinct, and
familiar.
Was it his own?
'Shalom!'