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Early in the morning the sun took a walk in the woods
with me and my father
my right hand in his left.
A knife flashed between the trees like lightning.
And I’m so scared of the fear in my eyes…
Contributor:
Amir Gilboa
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Date:
1953
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I wipe the dust off my books
with a small t-shirt, an old t-shirt
which was once my son’s. We have
more dust this summer than last,
and its composition is different…
Contributor:
Aryeh Sivan
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1989
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Stones are stones.
Why did you say stones?
Why did you throw stones?
Why are you standing here, child?
What’s got into you to throw stones at soldiers?
Why aren’t you afraid?
Why aren’t you worried…
Contributor:
Dahlia Ravikovitch
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1992