![]() ![]() ![]() I wish I could open my postbox every day. I love to go there, dig the key out of my pocket, turn its neck around, open the door, then slowly let my hand nestle in and linger, even if the box is empty. ![]() Having this box is like having a country, the size of a tiny square, all to myself. If I die, the key for the box will be under the ground with me. On the days I don’t go to Birzeit, I bury the key in the dirt under a lemon tree near our house. He left Ramalllah and did not want to give up the box, so he passed it on to me. Post Office 34 is the only place in the world that belongs to me. ![]() This is what takes me from Ramallah to Birzeit. But I did not go there to chant for freedom. They chant on the streets that they want freedom from the occupation. In Birzeit, many students become active in politics and have fights with the Israeli army. Some also come from Gaza, Nablus, and other cities, towns, and refugee camps. The passengers are taken by the soldiers and interrogated before they are finally released to go to their destination: Ramallah.įrom the very beginning, her narrative hooks the reader with its simple yet powerful style:īirzeit is where students go to college after finishing high school in Ramallah. As a young woman, a teen, her bus is stopped by Israeli soldiers. In this memoir, Ibtisam Barakat provides a framework for sharing her powerful and emotional story. Tasting the Sky: A Palestinian Childhood. ![]()
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