mira-li els ulls que cap fosca no venç
"Explain this to me. I have lived a refugee while you took my home, and they tell me you're Polish and some God promised you my land. Can I have an phone number, a fax, an email for your God? I'd like to have a chit-chat, don't know when God became a real-estate agent. And of all the world, decided to promise away my land. I am your savage, your terrorist."
| Rafeef Ziadah - Savage |
