and off we go...again
Once more Yousuf and I have braved the labyrinths of Rafah crossing, with all that entails of hour upon hours of waiting in cramped buses surrounded by occupation soldiers that never fail to remind you whose in charge. Of course to Yousuf it was just another journey of the many he has taken-and the soldiers that control our lives behindthe glass screens another face to giggle at, which he did, despite my mother's futile pleas ("No no yousuf dear, that is the enemy...").
Anyhow-we made it safely to Cairo after 14 hours. And tonight we depart to Beirut (we are both excited that this entails an airplane, as opposed to 3 buses, 4 taxis, and lots of waiting). In addition to doing some reporting on the condition of the Palestinian refugees in Lebanon, and on the current political events there, we will meet up with Yassine, who is ever so anxious to see his little troublemaking baby incredible. He has absolutely exhausted every iota (spl?) of sanity I thought I had left in me. The boy is a human energizer bunny-may God protect him.