Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Salt beef with onion
sandwiches.
Goat cheese made
near the wailing wall
The waiter
is a scientist.
Intelligent eyes
behind thick-lensed glasses
do not dare to leave a tip.
The burden of my ancestors
weighed heavy on my mind.
The chicken soup was excellent
I shan´t return
Before
Palestine is a sovereign state
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