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International Woman's Day

My interview published on the UWC network:

"Driving down to the Dead Sea on a Friday in March, traffic is congested. At the sign that points to the mineral hot spring, cars are parked at either side of the highway. Bare-chested young men are crossing the road in their bathing suits, three guys are covered with Dead Sea mud smoking cigarettes, while a group of boys dance Debka by a food vendor. The atmosphere is joyous, heralding the approaching spring. But something is missing - there are no females in sight. Where are all the women? I look around and try to find signs of women. I finally glimpse one, she is wearing a black Abaya, hair fully covered, hiding by a pick-up truck. Driving through villages and towns outside of Amman is not much different - it would make one think that there were no women, but I know better. They are inside the walls of their houses, where they belong, deprived of the sun's rays and the breeze....

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