My name is... Maurice, that's right, my name is Maurice. In this sterile whiteness and merciless pure light, burning everything, my memories probably faded away. Except the name. It is impossible to concentrate on anything; my eyes constantly come across strange objects, the nature of which I do not understand.

to the checkpoint at the entrance to Nablus Jesus is coming MAGAVNIK blocks the way with a machine gun looks almost obscenely access to zone A is closed speaks politely even the children of God, even the prophets and judges Rosh Hashanah, why are you bothering people?

I - naked clay golem. my throat sealed with lead so that the name of the Lord didn't say it in vain. shim stuck in like a hornet rustling in my head, like a dried out gourd, whispers something in the language of Shmuel and Menashe. I close my crumbling ears - pointless - the voice is inside and merciless, rattles giving orders. I can’t close my eyelids, for the creator century did not create for me. contemplation endlessly painful - awakens the beginnings of consciousness.

I'm Kadoorie. Uncle Ratha calls me “little flower” and winks funny when I get embarrassed. Sometimes he adds: “prajata” - night jasmine. Uncle Ratha is good. When dad died at a construction site, he took custody of us - me, my three brothers and my mother. I'm the oldest - I'm almost seven. After the birth of the younger twins, my mother hardly walks, something happened to her joints, and if Uncle Ratha had not found me a job, we would have had nothing to live on.

Another bearded devil (Robert Sapolsky) has gotten involved in world trends, but through him, as you might guess, socialist principles about the primacy of the general over the particular are again being broadcast. Perhaps one of the few things with which I categorically agree with him is that there is no God.

There's always some kind of war in our house Wall to wall See the Western Wall On the left there is an accident on the right Samaria Army of Titus Army of Darius The IDF enters, the Shaheed comes out The mafia wakes up this land never sleeps From Bnei Brak they call the Messiah In East Jerusalem they say We didn't ask for it Comes off in the Christian quarter Holy Fire And don’t touch anyone here Flashes I cover my face with a niqab I remember the Nakba Then I turn towards the Temple Spoken from

I'm hatching death like winter soil, sleeping grains, like a mother is an embryo, floating in microcosm amniotic fluid, like the Soyuz-TM ship carries in the belly of astronauts. and it seems that winter will be eternal, pregnancy - has barely begun and the rocket is united in its tightness. but then the moment comes and the sun's rays cause phyto- hormonal storm, spilling out into positive geotropism.

some day I will ask you, Munir, draw our land you will choose two colors: beige and scarlet. I'll ask: But what about the green banner of Islam? you will answer: there is no god except... Yes, in general there is none. some day I will ask you, Arie, draw our land. two colors in your hands - beige and scarlet. and I'll ask you: But what about the white wings of the tallit? and you will answer: listen, Israel... oh no, no need, don’t listen.