内容摘要：“I certainly understand that from a financial perspective there may be a need. I happen to disagree with it from a moral perspective and think it’s abhorrent.”

“I certainly understand that from a financial perspective there may be a need. I happen to disagree with it from a moral perspective and think it’s abhorrent.”

From the old stone quarters of Jerusalem to the hills of the Galilee, each image in this chapter grounds us in lived-in spaces carrying memory and meaning.From the bustling port of Jaffa to the stone alleys of Hebron, towns in Palestine bear layers of history.

Architecture and landmarksMinarets, domes and arches stood as testaments to faith, craft and endurance.Narrow alleys and open markets were arteries of daily life. Here, footsteps, voices, and trade converged in constant motion.

The rhythm of the everydayHere, we see how people moved, worked, gathered and celebrated. Carts on dusty roads, bread baking in clay ovens, weddings, markets and moments of rest.

In kitchens and courtyards, daily rituals - grinding beans, sieving wheat and baking bread - played out with grace.

Social life and eventsSome readers praise your “courage”. Some thank you for “speaking” for them, for not flinching, for naming names. Some readers urge you to continue to write, despite the risks and recriminations.

Much less charitably, some readers call you ugly names. Some wish you and your family misfortune and harm. Some readers try, and fail, to get you fired.All you can do as a writer is to keep writing, regardless of the reaction – whether kind or unkind, thoughtful or thoughtless – or the consequences, intended or not.

Still, one of the casualties of writing about Palestinians can be the loss of the reassuring constancy and tender pleasure of valued friendships.I suppose I am not alone on this sad score.