Birds of Pray

A group of women “tired of war, tired of having no voice,” has held weekly ecumenical demonstrations for peace at the airport.

“What we want?” “Peace!!!” “When?” “Now!!!”

One woman, apart from the group, falls to her knees and lies prostrate on the ground, trembling in a quiet, dry weeping. She murmurs names, and the names drive her to despair.

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