The Beekeeper of Aleppo

by Christy Lefteri

But I don’t like their queues, their order, their neat little gardens and neat little porches and their bay windows that glow at night with the flickering of their TVs. It all reminds me that these people have never seen war. It reminds me that back home there is no one watching TV in their living room or on their veranda and it makes me think of everything that’s been destroyed.

Where there are bees there are flowers, and where there are flowers there is new life and hope.

Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.