A friend of mine replied to my home at last with this story of hers:
“When I came home recantly to Bosnia after 6 years to see my parents, my father told me: ” Welcome back home my nomad”. The word ‘nomad’ has made me realised of what my life was about. I thouth there are two types of nomads, the ones who move to warmer places where there is more sun and the ones who are looking for warmer places in human internity.”
I say yes yes yes
Well, if I’m learing… thank you Maja.
That is what i will do. If the Israelis will not let me stay… then at least i now know where is home… and i will go back to sydney as a forced nomad… an exile… and i will do my best to spread the warmth of Palestine in the hearts of Australians…
And maybe oneday i can live in my homeland.
Question questions…
well, i’m in ramallah for now… till august.
