Today marks one week since the Global Sumud Flotilla set sail from Barcelona. It was an intense and deeply moving weekend — for many reasons.
Over the past few days, I have reflected on why the organising members of the GSF and other activists felt so familiar to me, as if I had known them all my life. With some, I exchanged a few words; with others, only a glance. Although I had no press credentials, I managed to stand inside the area reserved for journalists, very close to the speakers. I observed them — and so did my camera.
