Last day of my holiday: I watched my childhood hero's childhood hero, aka Roger Waters with my dad. It was an experience full of Palestine flags and calling out neo-nazis and 50+ years old white men crying. I hope the collision of love for the music and anger for the injustice that was shown sparked something in them all. It sparked a lot in me.
And Christ, I cried too.
Thank you to my dad, for showing me this love and anger
that day and all my life.