“You cannot take the child there,” the soldier said in thick, broken Arabic. “Why not?” “Reporters.” “You’re afraid the world might see what you do to children?” “Shut up. I will shoot you here, if you like,” he warned, raising his rifle, but also, strangely, smiling. Unperturbed, she replied, “Do it. You are no different from Nazis who stood in my way when I cared for Jews in the Second World War.”
Echoes of today
