Auf dem Blog von Nadine steht dieser Artikel, dessen Anfang ich hier einstelle, weil ich ihn liebend gerne selbst geschrieben hätte:
I am Palestine. The stone homes my people built are now replaced with rubble. The olive trees that once stood are now replaced with despair.
I am Palestine. While imperialists live in leisure on my land, my people live in refugee camps barely making it.
I am Palestine. Heavy tanks roll on my soil, leaving me weak and defenseless.
I am Palestine. The UN used me as an object, they gave me away to a strange man who rapes the souls of my land’s inhabitants.
I am Palestine. My women and children are being killed, my men being humiliated on their own land.
I am Palestine. My boys are left to defend themselves with nothing but a rock when the occupying force terrorizes them.