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A City-Sized Prison-House - Stanford University Press Blog
The
no-man’s-land that surrounds the entrance to the Gaza Strip from Israel
is a surreal space. Most of the time, it is a hot, flat, quiet place.
Tumbleweeds might appear if there was movement in the air and it existed
in the Midwest of the United States 200 years ago. But in the
Mediterranean of today, the air is still. Only the exposed walk from
where the taxi must leave its foreign passenger to the Israeli security
point produces a disturbance in the torpor that surrounds this zone.
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