Time to go again
Well, 7 months at home is a long time, too long, for someone like me. I had fun, I did very interesting things, I enjoyed my little village and its quiet and easy life. But then that's it, there are things to do. Nablus, Palestine, West Bank. It will be my home for the next few months starting tomorrow. For now I'm in Jerusalem, a city where History and Legend intertwine with the delirium of what is happening today, in this land encrusted with blood. Arriving at the airport tonight and seeing the sad litany of photos of the victims of October 7th is heartbreaking. Not seeing even a written name of the other victims, those who don't even have a story, a face, a memory, a dignity, is worse.
"When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.”
― Bertolt Brecht, Selected Poems
