Graffiti on walls all over. ALL OVER. There is a lot more where that came from. Today, I went to a bakery and the guy behind the counter had this tatttoo on his arm:
Why do you ask me not be a communist when the blood in my veins is red?
Don't know what to say here. But the empty space just looked daunting. Currently traveling in Palestine teaching a theater workshop, and documenting the resistance to occupation. Also working on a documentary film project. Not sure what its going to be about.
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