Palestine gave me a new name, one that no one had ever pronounced before.
Palestine welcomed me like no one ever had before.
It welcomed me with sweet tea, in front of a fan or around a stove.
It welcomed me with the acrid smell of taboon and its strange tobacco, with dust always on my shoes and flakes of sheep's wool carried by the wind.
Palestine welcomed me at night on mattresses on the floor with heavy blankets, welcomed me with breakfasts of warm bread, oil, and bandura or with endless trays of rice.

OPERAZIONE COLOMBA
