text and images britt-arnhild
The door into my hotel room in Syria.
Sweet memories.
I lived a dream the week I spent there in autumn of 2010.
What a contrast to the hell which is unfolding in Syria now.
Let us all join hands.
In prayers for a people. A country.
I have no words.
Only tears.
To water my prayers.
Let them grow into lilies of peace.
