I've been having trouble writing about Palestine

I've been having trouble writing about Palestine. It might be jetlag, but I think I'm having trouble reconciling the fact that the world is as it is. It's easy to say that the people I've met are wonderful and generous and welcoming, but it's harder to describe the way that they are so in spite of the fact that they have to travel four hours to Jordan to fly out because they aren't allowed to use the closest airport (to attend a nonviolence workshop, to boot), and aren't bitter about the fact that I can. Over coffee, they were telling me about how I should go to Jerusalem, which is only about 20 minutes away. “You must see it, I'll take you to visit. Oh wait, I can't—I'm a terrorist.”