“I cannot live on the bank of the river and wash my hands with spittle.”

Many years ago, two young, educated Syrians in Paris were discussing the plight of their country, and the spate of vandalism that was making headlines in France, perpetrated mostly by young men whose roots were not unlike theirs. Why does this happen, one of them, an artist, asked. The other quoted back this line: “I … Continue reading “I cannot live on the bank of the river and wash my hands with spittle.”