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I got mad tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t fair! They’re humans, not old fish guts. Once saw a guy yell at one, and I wanted to bonk him with my violin bow. Grrr! But then, this other time, one smiled at me—big, toothy grin. Made me happy, like, “The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” She didn’t care who saw her, just kept smilin’. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought they’d all be grumpy.

Rocks thrown on Temple Mount, terror attempts thwarted in the West Bank

The project comprises a photos exhibition and a minute video displaying excerpts of interviews with the elderly men and women of Jisr al-Zarqa in which they describe the heritage stories, .

After that drama, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The Mediterranean is calling my name, right? I hit up the beach on the outskirts, and wow, it’s packed! Families, kids, everyone’s soaking up the sun. I plop down on the sand, and it’s like heaven.

Israel’s last coastal village draws tourists