The Nakbah - 61 years on

I cannot believe it has been a year since I posted about the anniversary of the Nakba. In the space of one short year many things change, our hopes are raised and then dashed countless times. Hours merge into days, months, years. Whether it has been 3 months or 61 years since your world was shattered, what difference can it make when you cannot escape the all pervasive sorrow of the now? Angrily chasing a lost life in a maze of lies?

I'm too tired to analyse, to berate, to discuss. The dark difficult road to Palestine is lit by beautiful and vicious looking orange flowers, spurting brightly from the muzzle of a Kalashnikov...that is the only way. All other roads lead to death.