About leila segal
For Those Who Died in Gaza
December 27, 2008 East Jerusalem, lunchtime today. I’m in Wa’el’s restaurant, having coffee with Jamilah and Khaled. We’ve been driving these last two hours, just arrived. I take Wa’el’s picture. He wants me to show him. I take a few … Read More
Most of Them Don’t Have Any Bullets
December 26, 2008 Bethlehem, Christmas Eve. I’m at the Church of the Nativity in Manger Square with Tariq, trying to get into midnight mass. We’re pushing and being pushed. Tariq has a big film camera and a Barbie-pink press card … Read More
Nobody is Listening
December 23, 2008 I’m standing on Sderot Yerushalayim taking pictures, looking at Jaffa again, when a woman stops me and asks, ‘why are you taking a picture of that building?’ ‘I like how it looks,’ I say. ‘It’s from the … Read More
Scent
December 19th Someone has been living in my apartment who smokes. I can smell him everywhere, in the sheets, in the bathroom, a strange ugly perfume that is not mine. Yael has been here and she’s cleaned for me. She … Read More
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