A bus crowded with 10-12 year school children and early morning commuters...
The
proud father of the suicide bombing murderer...
The number 32 bus that I ride every morning. It leaves
Gilo and passes my apartment on it's way to the central bus station and the
Ramot neigborhood.
The bus driver
The hand
The arm
The feet
The body
The fair lady
The weeping man
An Evil Mother
The Black plastic
bags
The number 5
The Star of David
This needs to be seen. It's horrible. It made me want to cry.
You'll hesitate, but you have to share it. People have to understand
that this is what we live with every day.
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