Over My Shoulder |
Athens on a Sunday night. Street after street, Palestine flags spray-painted on the walls. Half a block from my hotel, I stumble into Palestina Meze Bar.
A corrugated shopfront reads: Zionist Not Welcome Here.
Zionist, singular? Just one? Guess they heard me coming.
Inside, a few patrons sit at wooden stools. Halloumi and hummus on the menu. I try to imagine eating with these slogans staring back at me in English, Arabic, Greek:
Freedom by Force By Any Means Necessary Reject Normalisation. Support the Resistance
Twenty-year-old me would have smirked in delight. Hell yeah! Power to the people!
I recognise the appeal, I do. These are saucy ideas. What clarity. What moral certainty.
All Israeli Soldiers are War........