The night after they unearthed a mass grave In Tantura

I couldn’t sleep.  I’m visited by ghosts demanding justice.  Unearthed too little  Too late, Unrecognized by their own doers. How can I sleep when I have guests? Dates, nuts and tea  What my grandmother taught me  about hospitality when I lived in the village.  But that is not enough: Makeshift beds and mattresses out of… Continue reading The night after they unearthed a mass grave In Tantura