Games in the Shatila maze: voices from the camp [Part II]

Here there are The weapons that I like: the gun that just makes pum (Or bang, if you read some cartoon) but no holes … the cannon that shoots without even shaking the coffee table … the little air gun that sometimes by mistake  hits the target but it would not hurt neither a fly…

Shatila Beach, Lebanon: voices from the camp [Parte I]

Shatila Beach, it is 3 p.m., the sun is at its zenith. You can hear the sound of the water, but it is not the sea. A young man looks at us puzzled as he tries to fill a plastic tank on the roof of his house with a large pitcher. There is no sand…

Sabra and Shatila, a massacre to remember: voices from the camp

Flyering. How often this verb recurs in the life of a young person. The thought immediately goes to the clear days of hot summer weather, when your face is exposed to the constant sun, and you walk around in the suburbs during the most unworkable hours, in order to seek out some money to cover…