He Shoots, He Scores
My new friend put down his tea and jabbed his finger at my chest like
a sword.
"I can
show you how to build these bomb with five minutes ... with things from
your house."
We had
been discussing the suicide bombings in Israel, but I hadn't expected
this. An old man smoking a water pipe at the next table clucked his
tongue and rolled his eyes as if to say "You're not supposed to tell
him that!"
I followed up.
"How
do you know how to do this?"
He didn't
hesitate.
"How do you in Canada know your hockey game? You know from when you
are child. The Palestinian people, we have no tanks or army. We have
only our bodies."
"So, you know about hockey, eh?"
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Streets of Amman
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"I went to the woods
because I wanted to live deliberately, to front the essential facts of life
and to see if I could learn what they had to teach, and not, when I came
to die, discover that I had not lived."
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Walden; Or Life in the Woods
(08.21)
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