Who, me? Sayed Kashua? Winning a prize for tolerance?
The Rotarians decided to give me a prize for tolerance, though I have no idea what the Rotary club is (or tolerance, for that matter.)
What a bundle of nerves you can turn into just from listening to the radio on the way from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv. What a load of propaganda, deliberate blindness, incitement and condescension. By God, I’d kill someone if I weren’t on my way to accept a prize for tolerance.