On a rocky hillside west of Jerusalem, the shells of old stone houses cling to the steep slope. Once, they made up a village called Lifta. Yacoub Odeh points to one house: "This was my home," he says. "Where I was born."
On a rocky hillside west of Jerusalem, the shells of old stone houses cling to the steep slope. Once, they made up a village called Lifta. Yacoub Odeh points to one house: "This was my home," he says. "Where I was born."
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