vegetables in gush katif


They would not budge

If it were them

Let go now?

“Hard”, “tragic”

In their words

No room for mercy


In my words

Tragedy strikes

Have we not learned?


Spoken by generations gone

Inquisitions, pogroms

Not loud enough

Did they hear?

Maybe more



Our land whose?

Do you want my land?

No, peace

Back home

Do you understand?

Freedom at last

Gathering of exhiles

Who is talking?

History here

One only