Tue Mar 08 12:12:00 GMT 2011 | Walking on the West Bank

The View

I drop to my hands and knees and crawl in through the narrow doorway. Raja comes in after me. His voice is echoey in the cool space. The windows of the qasr have been barred with barbed wire.

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