only on TV; in the news about Palestine. I never was able to smell the warm stream of blood shown in massacre reports. War acted like a sleight of hand to make the distance between me and the world disappear, beyond the TV. It turned my first little son to a bird without wings to fly, a bird good only to be buried forever. [--Farideh Hassanzadeh]from Foreign Policy in Focus: Interview with Iranian Poet Farideh Hassanzadeh
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