After captivity in Cuba, I can’t stop seeing the same absurd patterns in Gaza and Jerusalem.
After five years as a hostage in Cuba, I learned that trauma comes in many forms — and that both laughter and outrage can keep you alive when…

After captivity in Cuba, I can’t stop seeing the same absurd patterns in Gaza and Jerusalem.
After five years as a hostage in Cuba, I learned that trauma comes in many forms — and that both laughter and outrage can keep you alive when…