I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass
Bob Dylan, “Pity the Poor Immigrant”
After almost three years of a still undecided struggle otherwise known as the “Arab Spring”, …
Whatever happened to the Arab (economic) Spring?
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