The kid in front, by the way, is wearing a Maccabi Tel Aviv sweatshirt – the local soccer team. The people behind him are Hezbollah.
I think the moral of the story is, when people live close enough to one another for a while, occasionally lines become blurry.
The lines blur amongst the children.
And then they start growing up.
True – but that child didn’t dress himself.
Perhaps he did.
But your points is that his parents permitted him to wear that.
And it’s a beginning.