Experiences in Palestine

Anarchism & Activism, Palestine

It’s night in the city of Hebron. Tear gas lingers in the air and my eyes sting. Hidden behind a curtain, I peer down at the group of soldiers. One looks up, scanning the windows. I quickly hide. Did he see me? He turns away.

The soldiers move a few steps, and then crouch down at a street corner. They wait, with their rifles ready to fire at people.