Another nice visit to Yaata. Zayid brings Zain, a bundle of baby chortles, to me to say good morning. Ayid himself is only 7 or 8 but (as kids do here) assumes responsibility for the little one.

Zayid is a handsome boy, with upwards arching fuzzy eyebrows and a classic nose. His smile is innocent and knowingly confident at once. Yet he is gracious.

25 minutes from Yatta and out of the servis playing religious discourse, I’m suddenly in hot, dry landscape which, apart from the olive trees, could be Tibet leading from Samye monastery. Brown-green earth, open spaces, quiet, and over-arching Occupation. So similar.


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