In one of his latest collections of poems, Najwan Darwish talks about himself, for the first time, as an exhausted Palestinian. At the end of this verbal journey in the lands of Palestine, I reflected on the difficulty of producing and translating a feeling that hardly ever found voice in collective narratives. That of exhaustion. With the notes of my journey in Nablus after last October's siege, the eloquence of empty spaces and of borders that cannot be crossed.