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We
rolled dough and baked various breads
in an outdoor brick-fired oven; picked carrots, beans, tomatoes, and flowers; visited with goats and cattle; and feasted in the shade of old trees. It made me sad to watch the women from Baghdad slapping and shaping their dough. How strange that the country which destroyed their home is the place they sought refuge. As a child of refugees, I can relate to the tension between gratitude for safety and longing for the old country. At the end of the day everyone was asked to speak a piece. "I think this program is great--it strengthens links to the past while making connections to new people and places," I said in a voice made strange from choking back tears. |
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