(Anna Lublina, 3/16/22)
Wow, what a whirlwind in Jerusalem! We’ve already seen so much— Mount of Olives, Dome of the Rock, Temple Mount, the Western Wall, the Old City, Beit Hansen, all over East Jerusalem, Downtown Jerusalem, and all of our partner organizations— and yet it feels like my feet have barely touched the ground.
I feel so grateful to be shown all these different threads: different narratives, experiences, expressions, borders, blurred borders, modes of resistance. What a weave we will have by the end of this.
Reminds me of a poem by Iranian poet Garous Abdolmalekian:
Pattern
Your dress waving in the wind.
This
is the only flag I love.