Within these walls I sit – secure and untroubled. Surrounded by strength of stone – my fortress of solidity. Built by those long gone, their work is evident around me. Here I am protected and defended. Untouchable by any forces seeking to envelope and destroy, within these walls I sit.
Within this wall I live – separated and troubled. Surrounded by snaking concrete, sponsored by state and international aid, I live as one trapped. Built by those I see on television, I hear their security discussion – I am the enemy who needs containing, and within this wall I sit.
A journey from within the Old City walls of Jerusalem, through the Security wall of Bethlehem.
