"The man I remember was this Palestinian tall, skinny, maybe even fifty .
paraded in front of me in the column of refugees who left their houses loads of the usual things to refugees, you can imagine, but he was holding on his right shoulder a heavy bucket full of something, and this was stopped by Israeli soldiers and searched. They wanted to see what was in there, maybe weapons? No, there was the earth, the earth and enough, only the ground.
poured it to him at the foot, poured it out, looked at her a long time, then nodded to leave. He bent down and frantically tried to put that land in the bucket, but the jostle on. It was then that he cried. He shouted that it was his land, the land on which he was born, was orchard land that had nurtured and fed before he had his whole family. He wanted to take away with them.
understand now the tragedy of these people? The Palestinian farmers living in symbiosis with uterine their land, it was his mother, his birthplace, life and death place of rest. It was all things. Put it in torn sod for turf, without mercy.
I still remember that the poor man was seen several times at night to return to his former village, and stealthily approaching the fence that the army had lifted and there are half hidden and there was a few minutes , then disappeared. You know What was to be done? Slipped his right arm in the net and tried again to take care of those few vegetable plants that could reach the other side. "
[Akiva Orr, a former Israeli soldier]
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