ZA'ATAR RAIN

Landor_Space

A fantastical one-woman journey into the land of the cedars

It all started with a pizza delivery.

A Pitta delivery, to be more exact.

Then there were the anonymous phone calls,

And then there was her.

Oh, there was also the border.

But I had to meet her.

Now how do I get there?

What if borders were just simple lines on a map? And that all we had to do in order to cross them was to walk past?

This is a story of a journey. A long, impossible, unpassable journey. About tackling barriers, whether physical, metaphorical or mental.

I’m Maya, and I was born in a place whose perception of borders is quite different, but I’m not here to talk about politics.

I’m here to pose a simple question- why can’t two people from neighbouring countries meet?