I have been in Palestine for two weeks and one hour now, and I still have very few words to describe what I see.  It is most difficult for me to think about what's going on here when I sit down to write back to the United States, something about the virtual portal into luxury.  I don't know if many of the children here have ever existed without tank-shell holes in their walls and the towers of an occupying army surveying them constantly from the near horizons.  I think, although I'm not entirely sure, that even the smallest of these children understand that life is not like this everywhere.  An eight-year-old was shot and killed by an Israeli tank two days before I got here, and many of the children murmur his name to me, ?Ali?

Her name is Rachel Corrie.

Her name is Kim Phuk.