Writer Isabella Hammad: ‘It’s hard to know where we’re going, but it doesn’t look good’
As I sit in the corner of Akub, a Palestinian restaurant just off London’s Notting Hill Gate, waiting for Isabella Hammad to arrive, an idling waitress draws my attention to the olive tree nestled in the space behind me, its branches arching into a canopy over my table. “Do you think it’s real or fake?”…
