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Any Journalist Worth Their Salt,lain is warm in the middle of the day — pleasantly so if you have come off a flight from Europe. The journey to Jerusalem begins through flat agricultural land, then takes the traveller through rising, rockier, ground until you arrive on the outskirts of the city. The landscape here has been transfo

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The Roadmap, Reporting, and Religion,s passing by, already slowed by heavy traffic, had stopped. The window, half open in the afternoon heat, had been wound down further. ‘Your country, your country,’ began the voice the voice from the seat inside, half speech, half snarl. Yusef, the young student who seemed so shocked, looked anxiousl

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Going Back Two Thousand Years All the Time,er of a thing or place they know and remember. At other times, the opposite happens. Suddenly the eye sees something concrete which they had previously only imagined from reading: an idea becomes an object. So it was on a late winter afternoon in 2003 when I stood at the top of an Israeli military p

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,The Ambassador’s Eyes and Ears, the heat, and the starkness of the light. Yet in winter, in the hills of Jerusalem and the West Bank, it is cool, wet, and even sometimes snowy. That day was damp. It was January 2003. Israel was preparing to vote in a general election which would return Ariel Sharon as Prime Minister. I had gone t

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Introduction,in international news. The conflict has so far defied a solution. The world’s interest, while it flags from time to time, has never gone away. Diplomats, too, are drawn to it: tempted, perhaps, by the hope of succeeding where none has previously managed.

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The Roadmap, Reporting, and Religion,our country,’ began the voice the voice from the seat inside, half speech, half snarl. Yusef, the young student who seemed so shocked, looked anxiously round. His fluent English had come to a halt. Now, lost for words, he smiled nervously, trying to calm the situation, and his own obvious fear. ‘Your country is in the grave,’ growled the voice.