Yuppi Park – Sabra & Shatila camp
Sponsors: Leen, Kaline
She grabbed my hand – tightly. I’d mumble random Arabic expressions to her, knowing they didn’t at all make sense. She laughed and then would “one-up” me with an Arabic tongue-twister, looking at me, as if to say, “Now what do you got?” –and again, I’d mumble my non-sense Arabic. Back and forth, back and forth - we went. She wouldn’t let go of my hand. And she squeezed it as if we were long-lost cousins. Her hands were filthy from the playground, but her face was glowing.
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