It could and should have been their finest hour. The olive harvest. A seasonal family celebration involving an encounter with nature, cultivation of the soil and a harvest in the grove, whose trees were planted by the family’s ancestors. It’s also supposed to be their surest source of income, in the face of an unstable, fragile economy, in which no one knows what the future holds or what a random soldier at a checkpoint will decide.
A nightmare season in the West Bank
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