The police couldn’t maintain the crowds again. As quickly as they noticed the Palestinian prisoners and detainees by the home windows of the bus, lots of of individuals gathering in entrance of a theatre in Ramallah within the occupied West Bank rushed ahead, chanting the names of family members that they had not seen for years or, in some circumstances, a long time.
Their faces had been gaunt, the sharp angles embellished by freshly scabbed-over wounds. Family members hoisted them up on their shoulders with ease. One, swaddled in a Palestinian keffiyeh and splaying his fingers right into a V for victory, was dropped earlier than his mom, whose ft he started to kiss.
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