Ten Days of Return
By: Husein Chawich

It all began with an email – “The Goethe Institute in Ramallah is pleased to invite you to read from your book ….”

I suddenly regressed into a 10 year old child surprised at seeing his mother after a two year lapse. I shouted, clapped and ran to the kitchen to tell my girlfriend, who was preparing tea there ... I made her read the invitation out loud in order to make sure that my eyes were still functioning properly.

Suddenly the smell of blood from the immense holy altar of human sacrifice that had been invading my nostrils for over half a century disappeared to be replaced by the fragrance of wild thyme and sage.


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