Imagine, that I found myself a few times now, politicalizing
the fruit and the vegetable I would be purchasing. In the middle of the grocery stalls, looking
at tomatoes from Syria and oranges from Lebanon, olive oil from Cairo, I am
there thinking about repressive governments, daily bombings, people deprived
of the most basic freedoms, local
producers and their livings.
I now think I am suffering from PTSD, or the world has gone
so crazy that I am getting crazy myself, and I miss the time when I would
choose a strawberry from its smell and color…
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