when i saw the wall for the first time i was not struck with any emotion. it looked like any other wall; obstructing the view of the neighbours yard, tall monolithic stone structure full of hope and mistrust. bukra in shalla. a wall stuffed with hope and prayers; a wall which made soldiers weep; a wall which crumbled with canon; in shalla in shalla. bukra in shalla. today the wall is growing and dividing; cutting off families, creating ghettos; eating olive trees and children. eretz israel lives only in the dreams of the warsaw ghettos. we will create a circle, to keep them out and maintain our kingdom. history repeats itself while fractals form in my heart. remember when we were strangers in egypts land.