The Zone of Interest Review

I watch this film with Gaza in my heart. This family of bright days and verdant gardens speaks the language they taught my grandfather before he fled for his life. In the land of milk and honey, they dance the dance of my people on the bones of children. The garden of the Nazis is fed with ashes. The garden of the Zionists is watered with blood. A child learns from the world around him to lock his brother away.

I hope, one day, my brothers get a museum as well. I hope I live to visit that museum. I wish so dearly it didn't have to exist.


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