By: Tom Roth I click my mouth and clap my hands over the cold barbed wire fence and they look at me like I am the Holocaust. They have conversations with their big black eyes, asking if I am aware of…
By: Tom Roth I click my mouth and clap my hands over the cold barbed wire fence and they look at me like I am the Holocaust. They have conversations with their big black eyes, asking if I am aware of…