Zaatar Rain
T01327445190
It all started with a pizza delivery. - A Pitta delivery, to be more exact. - Then there were the anonymous phone calls, - And then there was her. - Oh, there was also the border. - But I had to meet her. Now how do I get there? What if borders were just simple lines on a map? And that all we had to do in order to cross them was to walk past? This is a story of a journey. A long, impossible, unpassable journey. About tackling barriers, whether physical, metaphorical or mental. I'm Maya, and I was born in a place whose perception of borders is quite different, but I'm not here to talk about politics. I'm here to pose a simple question- why can't two people from neighbouring countries meet?
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