26 Oct

On the brown, plain playground in the school close to my house, children are chanting for “Abu Hafez”, a group of children are gathering on the corner playing with a poor bird with a broken wing, a group of older girls beating up a small boy, 2 mukhabart cars outside as usual and I am just drinking more and more coffee and reading articles – it is painful to be on the margin of a homeland, ووطن.