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The Fight For Freedom

The Fight for Freedom Another art exhibition, paintings of naïve art decorated on ancient doors and window shutters, most of them about harvesting of olive and carobs. And of course there were mules and donkeys without the beasts of burden the Iberian landscape could not contained its charm of slow but steady labour. Fences made by stones, from unwilling earth, this patch of land is mine given to me by my father. And so are the trees, all of them; land was important back then for families’ survival and cultural inheritance. And they are lucky, the Portuguese, no horde of war injured people will descend upon them and declare a new Hebrew republic, Yet, once upon a time Portugal was a province under Imperial Rome till it declared independence, by force. If you do not fight for your freedom you will not get it. So what is left for the Palestinians to do….Intifada?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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