by Asad Dandia
It is a warm summer day in late July 2015 as my Palestinian hosts and I drive through the West Bank. We are in Hebron, driving south toward the outskirts of the city. As we make our way out of town, we are met by a stunningly unique landscape.
To our right, there are evenly distributed white hills, ornamented with beautiful green orchards and olive trees; to our left, we see vast plantations where farmers till their agriculture and Bedouins herd their livestock. It is a calm and delightful paradise.
