Police and army vehicles patrolled the roads, cordoning off streets and checking ID for blocks around. Milos had no choice but to park on the sidewalk and hope that the traffic tickets wouldn’t catch up with him until he was safely back in Krakow.He found Julia almost immediately. She was interviewing a woman who was part of a dozen or so people holding up hand-lettered signs that read: STOP THE OCCUPATION NOW! THE IDF ARE WAR CRIMINALS, JUSTICE FOR THE PALESTINIAN PEOPLE, and SETTLERS=OBSTACLES TO PEACE. They wore sandals and the cotton rags favored by backpackers who stock up on clothes in the street markets of Goa.He shook his head. “Why aren’t they protesting the terrorist attacks? Don’t they understand that their country is at war? And why are you filming them? Twelve people is hardly international news…?”“Even if there was only one, I’d interview him and report it. I’m telling you, they are the only ones in this country that give me any hope.”“They aren’t doves, Julia.
