Dancing on fire
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Last published Fri, Nov 30, 2018
It all started when I got striked with a tear bomb by the Israeli forces while participating in the great return March here in Gaza. I inhaled poisoned air which made this whole thing even worse; I arealdy suffer from chest problems. See how I would deal with such a case.
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