Palestine

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths

I was on the bus returning from Bethlehem, lost in another world listening to music and gazing out of the window as the steel Behemoth made its precarious way through the winding, narrow streets of Beit Jala. I was looking for my favorite piece of graffiti; scrawled with an unsteady hand in black spray paint… Continue reading Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths

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