A coming summer vacation after long waiting … Will it come or will the occupation prevent it?

That’s the feeble child, the coming and the hopeful child in a new day’s dawn...

His world became a part from the destruction… It became a center for injustice and aggression… His courtyard became a tank convention and his school became a helicopter airfield… His street became destroyed from the tanks’ chains... And his toy became dirty bullets and some splinter... Where he will play??!

He left his home to play like other children but he returned unsuccessful and his dream is impossible because there are a curfew so he can’t play and even waiting we need to find a solution…!

Will he play in a howitzer or will he build bridges from his cute toys? Will he hide behind a tank? Or will he join the Intifada children…?

He went to a place, the soldiers damaged it... He wasn’t safe from a howitzer, it passed the borders...

The child was dead... And his dream still steadfast and existent... Overcome the border soldier with it… And to make a childhood he swears for it to return….