Reporting from Tamara in Jenin
The heat permeates everything, turns muscle into melting modelingclay. Bodies droop over chairs, eyes hooded and heavy, lidsfluttering at the gates of sleep. Fever creeps up through my limbs,my cheeks are flush. I feel sickness in every cell, and I fight tostay awake. I don’t want to be sick again. I came here to work, … Read more