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The Tree of peace A very old olive tree, owned by a Palestinian, so ancient that it might have given shade to the carpenter Joseph when he was resting under its shade a hot August lunch time and contemplating his sons’ futures, was bulldozed this morning. No big deal you may say, and I agreed with everything must come to an end, even olive trees, only the perennial was got rid of because the Israeli army’s snipers needed a clear view of the village where people, who didn’t like their regime, live.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
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The Tree of peace A very old olive tree, owned by a Palestinian, so ancient that it might have given shade to the carpenter Joseph when he was resting under its shade a hot August lunch time and contemplating his sons’ futures, was bulldozed this morning. No big deal you may say, and I agreed with everything must come to an end, even olive trees, only the perennial was got rid of because the Israeli army’s snipers needed a clear view of the village where people, who didn’t like their regime, live.
jan-oskar-hansen
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
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