I AM composing these lines while looking through the window at the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea, and thinking about the young man who is being held not far from this sea, a few dozen kilometers from here.
Can Gilad Shalit look out on the same sea through his window? Does he even have a window? How is he? How is he being treated?
He has been in captivity for four years and one day today, with no end in sight. „Shalit, For Example“ weiterlesen