Edeet Ravel (2004):

Look for Me–I understand–is the second novel in a triology (Ten Thousand Lovers, and A Wall of Light) about love stories in the shadow of the vivid struggles of the middle east. Certainly, this story is very much about the Israeli-Palastenian conflict–the human side of it–without being didactic about the politics, and without any claim to moral superiority.

I think it’s worth re-reading when I take on the triology (when I get around to it.)

p.179:

At least eighty cars were already parked at the gas station near the border of the South Lifna Hills. People were standing in small groups and talking, or buying coffee and snacks at the little convenience store, or using the washroom. The gas station was on isolated strip of the road; you couldn’t see any towns or cities in the distance, only neat, altering bands of green and taupe, and beyond them the indistinct mauve dunes of the desert. Near the station, scattered randomly as though abandoned or misplaced, were the usual mystifying objects, the exact nature of which no one could guess: some sort of steel tower; a cement cylinder; equipment and machines that appeared to have been designed for complicated engineering feats. I took a photograph of these unidentified buts of civilization; they captured the improvished feeling we all carried within us. We didn’t know where we were going and we wondered how we’d lasted this long on such flimsy foundations and muddled efforts. The myths we grew up on tried to compensate us, but myths were slippery by nature. In fact we were lost, walking on air, inside air, falling.
The organizers handed out tape and flyers in three languages: messages of peace printed in bold letters on white sheets of paper. We taped them to our cars and them we taped numbers on our fenders. Rafi’s van was tenth. Then the organizers gave instructions, explained the mission. I didn’t listen carefully. The instructions didn’t vary much from activity to activity: no violence, no getting into arguments with army or polics or anyone else we encountered. All interactions would be handeled by trained negotiators.