This summer in Jerusalem, sound has played a big part in my experience of conflict. Rocket sirens told me when ceasefires were over, ambulance and police sirens shouted out the tension in the streets, and racist chants filled the air with messages of hate.
This Monday I was sat in my office in East Jerusalem, listening to live bullet fire, tear gas and more sirens. After a long day, I came home and crashed. Needless to say, my mood was pretty low.
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