“Our resistance becomes our memorial.” I love that, Leif!

Yes, I had the same feeling in America. Here it’s Biblically-named settler towns with the native names remnant only in natural features like rivers and mountains. I wrote in Fugitive Dreams:

“Something about the unnaturally verdant Phoenix, Albuquerque, or Los Angeles makes me uncomfortable in the American West. The Cartesian grid of streets imposed on a curvy natural world, the renamed locations, with hints of Native American languages, and Spanish, itself the language of conquerors. The LA freeways, overhanging the nonwhite city center, look no different to me than the Israeli-only road that flies over Bir Nabala. Chris once took me through the parched Gila River Reservation just outside Phoenix. Despite the absence of walls, my sense of being a “settler” there was disquieting.”