the field. Around the warmth of a bonfire we gathered for a rest ', to talk, play drums and download dancing until late at night. Just a moment, and all at the same time, we turn to the alarming road that passes under the field and leads to the entrance of the university, two jeeps of the Israeli army proceed at a crawl. Fear. Hastily putting out the fire and into a gloomy silence waiting to know if the military intend to storm the field or in the case of just ordinary patrolling the area. The military will not, and the time flow again, although a bit 'nervous.
the going gets tough.
Everything here is so. A short walk from the carelessness of normality is always lurking fear, humiliation, death, war. Or maybe it's just the opposite: in the folds of cloth torn and soaked in blood, which is war, the normal search space fit to survive for a time by removing the tension is maddening that the constant violation of their own lives and for their land.
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