'Exile. It is not simply being homeless. Rather it is knowing that you do have a home, but that your home has been taken over by enemies.
Exile. It is not being without roots. On the contrary, it is having deep roots which have now been plucked up, and there you are, with roots dangling, writhing in pain, exposed to a cold and jeering world, longing to be restored to native and nurturing soil. Exile is knowing precisely where you belong, but knowing that you can't go back, not yet.'
Tamara Eskenazi in Iain M. Duguid, Ezekiel, p.48.
