Evolution of Thesis Statement

This is my home. No, this is my home.

At first they were parallel lines that never met. However when these lines start to bleed out, reclaiming its individual boundaries is nothing but an illusion.

Can you see me past the fog? The disillusionment?

In Lifta, the fog is thin

For the ruins and the coffeehouse are enough to say it all

This thesis seeks to propose a coffeehouse in Lifta that allows one to process a confrontation between the right of return versus the dream of a promised land. A place that calls for a long pause against what seems to be a game of eternal finger-pointing.

December 28th, 1947

It started at a coffee house. The regime of denial.

This is my home. No, this is my home.