Idk why but my mom and I would sit in my grandmothers kitchen and make open sandwiches with queso fresco and pre toasted bread. That was always my “abuela’s house” food. My grandparents also had a weekly food schedule, so in my head Tuesday will always be soup day.
The occupation persists, the oppression persists, the torture persists.
The occupiers are psychotic and their work is never finished.
People who’ve paid attention won’t be surprised by this photo from Gaza.
