WEST BANK: A Trip to Bethlehem

WEST BANK: A Trip to Bethlehem
By Anna Zilboorg

We entered a silent city, the silence punctuated by a few playful children
in the streets. (We had been blessed on our entrance by a friendly priest
and carried a sense of blessing with us.) At Zoughbi's house we were made
aware--if we had not felt it before--that the silence was filled with
threat. Some neighbors had been arrested that morning. Word was that a home
would be demolished nearby, a house belonging to people unconnected to any
terrorist activity.

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