Before I leave this land, I had a bad dream again:

  • In this dream, I was sitting in a classroom of a military base. There is a teacher who is forcing me to learn Hebrew. I escaped away but I suddenly arrived in a school (maybe it’s my high school)

  • I met Y. He said that I was wearing his backpack. When I looked back, I realized that it was true.

I woke up.

I don’t need to bear this kind of heavy burden. Maybe Hebrew is the image of the life in the church, or it just means my burden of learning a new language. A lot of people said that learning a new language is really not practical nowdays in this age, just like the skill I had practiced for a long time.

I felt really sorrowful. I realized that I hurted a lot of people. Just like Y hurted me.

I wanted to apologize.