By Nidal Hatim
I swear that if Mickey Mouse claims victory over Karl Marx, I’ll never jam to Bob Marley or the Imam again.
Listening to Marley, tires spinning and steering wheel shaking, in a three-going-on-30-year-old car, we putter along the West Bank road that has been slowly washed away over time by modest Palestinian rains. The occupation’s heavy military vehicles haven’t helped matters, destroying the road they continue to dominate.
My friend Ibtissam at the wheel, I sit at her side, trying to navigate the sound system’s CD player to locate the Marley classic “Them Belly Full (But We Hungry).” As the song ends, we reach Road 60, connecting a group of large settlements such as Beitar...