![]() I basked in the warm glow of generosity of so many, including folks I had never met before. The rest of my time in London felt like I was floating downstream in a river: surrendering to the present, asking for help, resting rather than doing anything. Palestinian flag captured in street art in Trafalgar Square, London Offering my own gifts: deep listening, tech skills, a homemade meal or thank you card when appropriate. On Monday, Jude and her husband Matt hosted me in Walthamstow. One morning, we took refuge in yoga class another evening, she introduced me to an amazing panel featuring African-British artists in a variety of mediums (journalism, radio, sculpture, painting/muraling). Jude is a filmmaker and storyteller, and we spent quiet afternoons discussing spirituality, right livelihood, and creativity. On Wednesday, Charlotte gave me a comprehensive breakdown of the Palestinian tech industry over mushroom pasta in Peckham Rye. She introduced me to Founders and Coders, which is connected with Gaza Sky Geeks and has opened a coding school in the West Bank. And a few days later, she offered me a part-time, remote software engineering job working with her startup, Carefreebreaks (which I accepted!). ![]() On Thursday, Michael met me near Cutty Sark on his bike, and he and his wife Lynne offered me a beautiful bedroom in Greenwich. Later that week, Michael introduced me to his ninety-year-old father, who served in the British Navy during WWII and helped escort weapons and resources from the United States to Russia by sea. His father recently received a medal and dagger from Vladimir Putin, who described the acts of bravery by the British Navy as the only time Westerners have ever truly helped Russia. The following week, Galiya, a woman I had met only once before at the Google I/O conference in 2015, offered me her own bedroom for two days.
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