Life here, as you see, is not a given, it’s a daily miracle. Military barriers separate everything from everything. And everything – even the landscape – is temporary and vulnerable. Life here is less than life, it is an approaching death. And how ironic that the stepping-up of oppression, of closures, of settlement expansion, of daily killings that have become routine – that all this takes place in the context of what is called the ‘peace process’, a process revolving in an empty circle, threatening to kill the very idea of peace in our suffering hearts.
