TAXI DRIVER

I have never seen anyone with blacker hair -- deep, almost blue, like the zenith at midnight. As he drove us we exchanged remarks lightly and, being Palestinian, quiet naturally reached the subject on every one's mind -- Israeli destruction of Palestinian Arab society. He said that we will outnumber them and my statistician sister added, yes, and soon within a generation. As he turned his face to catch a lightning glimpse of who we were I saw his sparkling features dance with sincere intensity. Then he said that we will endure and outlast them. He said that we can deal with want and pain, we know how to live on less, and we can make-do. There were a few seconds of quiet. He then added by way of contrast that they are soft with privilege. This land will yet be ours again and we will be free he said. His anger was beautiful and his formulations optimistic.

Behind his head through the windshield on a distant wall I read the following graffiti: "There is no kindness for me in this Peace Agreement."


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