He lay, face up, in the gutter, beside the entrance to St George's cathedral where the Archbishop of Canterbury had preached peace and reconciliation only a few days before.I heard the fatal shots from my bathroom, while completing a belated shave; two bursts of automatic fire that cut through the noise of children at play in the primary school next door.By the time I reached the scene, 17-year-old Adam Abu Alhawa's blood had snaked some 30 feet down the gentle slope that is the Nablus road; as vivid in the warm sunshine as the bougainvillea tumbling over the wall by the French consulate.
Load More
Load More