'Radio الراديو, Ramallah'
(Photography, 45x60cm)
Wherever we find ourselves in the world, when the sky turns dark, the light of the moon and stars and neon turn on, the music gets louder, and we dance. It is hard to remember that we are all of the same flesh, recklessly divided between oppressors, complicit, and oppressed. Trapped by our nationalities, religions, homophobic laws, apartheid walls, sexist ideologies, racist propaganda. United through dance.
In a country with some of the strictest restrictions on freedom in the world, places like Radio provide its people with the chance to feel free, even if only momentarily, the tension can ease, to feel alive.
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