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I nd it hard to walk.
It is di cult to breathe.
I collapse. I need to sit down. We are only few minutes inside the Camp.
I am not able to walk any further.
I have seen enough. I have witnessed enough. I need time to process. I need time to re ect.
I am not able to take photographs. It doesn’t feel right.
I feel that I am intruding in to people’s homes.
We leave.
From her window above young girl looks at us.
I see the white UN cover with blue signs.
Men are smoking. People are chatting. Drinking co ee.
I remember meeting a young Palestinian man in one of the Irish Camps for people seeking refuge.
He tells me that its di cult for Palestinians in Europe. In this World.
I arrive in Dublin only 3 days before the brutal war on Gaza starts.
Genocide.
Its my birthday.
We are on the way to the local market to buy two birds and a cage.
We don’t know.
I return to Dublin without leaving Palestinian refuge camps in Beirut. Somehow I am still there.
Wondering around.
Zico House
At some point I peel of the sticky paper that was covering the broken glass on one of the doors.
Almost in the shape of Palestine.
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