“It is strange,” writes Sonya Bilocerkowycz in On Our Way Home from the Revolution, “how the match of one fruit seller in Tunisia lit the whole Arab Spring. I wonder what would have happened if the local authorities in Sidi Bouzid had just picked a different day to bother him.… Now it’s after the revolution, and I wonder about fate until I fall asleep. In these moments I am like a child again, holding bugs and marbles up to the light for a closer look.”


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