Goody Two Shoes Meets Kaytosha

Goody Two Shoes Meets Kaytosha

A Third Perspectiver married to a Palestinian-Israeli

A Third Perspectiver married to a Palestinian-Israeli

My name is Kaytosha and I live in the City of Nazareth. I was given my name because I was born when the rockets Kaytosha were landing back in 2006. I cannot remember my Mother well and I never met my Father . My siblings all live in Israel. I have been told my parents came from mixed backgrounds and some things are better not talked about.

I live a happy and contented life. I eat well, sleep well and hang out with my friends quite a bit. I was told from a young age that my enemy lived over the fence, the barrier that separates my territory from theirs. I was also told that I have another big fierce enemy that wants to eat and kill me that lives in another adjoining neighborhood.

One day, I came face to face with the enemy that lives over the fence and was petrified.......this is the end I thought but, strangely enough, after staring each other in the eyes and doing a bit of a show off dance, I realised my said enemy was just as wary of me . We became good friends and used to dig holes under the fence to meet ....secretly so nobody would know.

One day, we even went together to the huge fierce enemies’ territory known for its cruelty to strangers. We felt braver together. The lure of the females we were told that lived there overcame the fear. The gang over there welcomed us and they were happy for us to hang out with them. I was a bit worried other friends might find out we had crossed over to the other side and there would be trouble on our return home.

Contrary to what I had been told, the enemy mothers loved their children just like they do from my area. In fact, life seemed the same apart from the food they eat and some days they couldn't go on walks.

I, Kaytosha, made very good friends with Moshe and Musa and we soon decided that our friendship was more important than our differences. We all wanted love and affection, to be needed and loved , to have a home and owners we could be loyal to and, after all, we had many things in common much bigger than our differences ......the common CAT !!!! 

 

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