I am but my love for my land, by the way, I have chosen you, my homeland, in love and in obedience in secret and in public. In truth I’m ashamed of my dreams. There are those who dream of seeing the ocean, Palestinian men who saw grave before gravel, the coffin before the coast. Newspaper blank commissions: “The Psychological Effects of Occupation.” I have never once felt free anywhere: not with the Jordanian passport; not in Santa Monica, the American Tel Aviv; not in New York, the American Tel Aviv; not in Tel Aviv, the American Tel Aviv.
