Leaving Efr@ta we head on to Deheishe refugee camp.
Entering a refugee camp that has been in existence for 60 years now, is a very sobering experience.
But here within the narrow lanes that weave amongst the makeshift housing that is half temporary, half permanent, there are brief glimpses of colour to be found amongst the concrete and dust.
Children play with a balloon.
Paintings of long left villages and homes adorn building walls; not to be forgotten.
A cultural centre whose name reflects its determination to build something out of nothing.
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