The name of this blog is a tribute to the Poem by Palestinian Poet Mahmoud Darwish titled “Why Did You Leave the Horse Alone?”
I was not born in Palestine, I spent my childhood years there, and the time, the impressions, like water of a baby dipped in its first baptism, were divine yet in time dried. I remember faintly.
I recently visited again for the summer of 2010 and it was not at all the same.
“Was I ever even here?” I thought to myself.
But then sensations heralded the arrival of faint memories. The taste of a ripe plum and of a green almond, the scents in Ramallah of Shawarma and of smoke, the cries of donkeys and the chatter of chickens. Slowly I saw the pieces…how long will it take me to put them together?
I was there, in the West Bank, but I was still looking for home.
This is my journey home, lost in between boarders, and speaking to you.
Yet I am still also Russian, my Palestine has steered my humanity, but in the end I am an American also. This is my story.