If you meet Robert Fisk, stone him
They started by shaking hands. We said "Salaam aleikum" peace be upon you then the first pebbles flew past my face. A small boy tried to grab my bag. Then another. Then someone punched me in the back. Then young men broke my glasses, began smashing stones into my face and head. I couldn't see for the blood pouring down my forehead and swamping my eyes. And even then, I understood. I couldn't blame them for what they were doing. In fact, if I were the Afghan refugees of Kila Abdullah, close to the Afghan-Pakistan border, I would have done just the same to Robert Fisk. Or any other Westerner I could find.
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I guess at this point I should thank Lebanon. For 25 years, I have covered Lebanon's wars and the Lebanese used to teach me, over and over again, how to stay alive: take a decision any decision but don't do nothing.
http://news.independent.co.uk/world/asia_china/story.jsp?story=109257
Postado por caio em dezembro 10, 2001 10:12 AM