There. It's finally done. Israel has ended the occupation. Tick. Tick. Tick.
I thought that when at last the occupation came to its close, we would get our loved ones back - some of them in uniform, some of them in protest - from this monster which we pen up behind a wall.
I thought the occupation would end differently. I thought that when the occupation finally ended, Palestinians would flood into the streets in delight and relief and weeping at their newfound freedom, a sudden intoxication of rights, their lifelong hopes for independence made concrete.