Samir

Some twenty years ago when we met at a cafe in Haifa, I refused your kind invitation to create a joint. descendant
Remember I said “ how dare you to ask me to partner in your creation ” after I learned your family actually does reside in Kibbutz Ginegar, in the Jesrael Valley on the lands of my family. Your mother’s living room was built on land robbed from my family. That was done once you made the Sabres your national symbol – Tzabar you call it, along with Hummus, Pita and what not…
Twenty years have gone by and the situation in our beloved land has become worse. These days our rights are in danger and statue of citizenship being questioned. So here and now I have come about and despite my advanced age am now happily willing to create with you – “Miri baby distribution”, this baby. I want him to carry the seed of the equal rights struggles for all residents of this land. But if he fails, and the Jewish Nation tramples us in our spirit and blood let him be the Trojan Horse within your fascist fortress… and when I think about it, He will lack the physical body so no sniper can destroy him. It was worth the wait for
this virtual upgrade. So Yalla
Meanwhile, I see the smoke of burnt olive trees, I hope that the hostility of the nations will bring blossom and peace.