There are so many stories that they begin to appear unbelievable. They should be. When I return home after just one week I am emotionally drained. When I try to describe the situation and what I have seen and heard, I cry. The Palestinians do not cry. This is their life, and they lead it with courage, dignity and hope. One day, waiting at the Qalandia checkpoint, I watched a little bird hopping either side of a barbed-wire fence, eventually to fly off to its own freedom. What a thought.
