[Palestinian holds up a poster:
Take my water
Burn my olive trees
Destroy my house
Take my job
Steal my land
Imprison my father
Kill my mother
Bomb my country
Starve us all
Humiliate us all
I am to blame: I shot a rocket back]
The photo speaks louder than any caption ever could.
"Today I feel my past like an unbearable weight, I feel that it interferes with my present life, that it must be the cause for this withdrawal, my closing the doors. Until now, I had the feeling of beginning anew, with all the hopes and freshness and freedom which erases the past mysteries and restrictions. What has happened? And what sorrow, and coldness. I feel as If I carried inscribed over me: my past killed me."
"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
"I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself."