FILM, DOKUMENTUMFILM – Palesztina, a vérző seb

Kérésemre, a Palesztin Filmfesztivál szervezői több dokumentumfilm és játékfilm megtekintését tették lehetővé. Tavaly a Facebook közösségi portál segítségével bukkantam rá a kulturális rendezvényre, akkor is több produkció állt rendelkezésemre.

Újabb lélektépő élményben volt megnézni

a következő produkciókat: My Gaza online (dokumentumfilm, 22 perc, 2020), 200 meters (játékfilm, 1 óra 36 perc, 2020), illetve az eddigi legmegrázóbbat, az Of Land and Bread (89 perc, 2019) című dokumentumfilmet. Utóbbi tömény és megrázó, lélektépő és könnyeket fakasztó.

Főleg a kisemmizett, megtámadott, megalázott palesztinok által az izraeli B’Tselem emberi jogi szervezet által rendelkezésükre bocsátott videókamerákkal készített Of Land and Bread dokumentumfilmet volt a legnehezebb végigkövetni.

Gondolva, hogy senki sem látja, az IDF katonája meglöki a kislányt, elveszi a biciklijét, egy másik pedig a fák közé dobja… (Részlet az Of Land and Bread című dokumentumfilmből)

Mellbevágó, hogy Herbornban például

(néhány évvel ezelőtt ott is jártam) az izraeli katona azt mondja egy palesztin férfinek: az utcának ezt a részét csak a zsidók használhatják! Ez kísértetiesen hasonlít a második világháború és az apartheid kapcsán látott és hallott faji elkülönítésekhez és megkülönböztetésekhez… Semmit sem tanultak a történelemből, így megismétlik annak hibáit?!

A lélekszaggató képsorokat látva többen azt feltételezhetik,

az arabokkal szemben ilyen magatartást tanúsít és róluk ilyen véleményt formált az Izraelben élők túlnyomó többsége. A zsidó államban és Palesztinában is jártam – előbbiben kétszer, utóbbiban egyszer. Egyrészt téved az, aki általánosít vagy felnagyítja a jelenséget: akárcsak bármelyik társadalom, Izrael politikai szempontból is sokszínű. Az Izrael államot és az izraeli társadalmat általánosítva vádlók, úgy gondolom, túl egyszerű célpontot szemeltek ki.

Az országban fellelhető az IDF (Israel Defense Forces) katonái által az elmúlt évtizedekben elkövetett túlkapások, zaklatások és atrocitások ellen (keményen) fellépők tömege, az emberjogi aktivisták, az arabokat védő izraeli ügyvédek stb.

Ezen kívül ott vannak az izraeli civil társadalom képviselői (például az Európa Tanács által létrehozott Demokratikus Innováció Díjjal kitüntetett izraeli-jordániai-palesztin ökoprojekt) is, akik a környezetvédelem irányából próbálják elősegíteni a megbékélést és az együttműködést. Egyes szélsőséges, utraortodox telepesek viszont mindenkinek megnehezítik a dolgát és az életét…

Ugyanakkor az általunk önállóan szervezett és kivitelezett izraeli látogatásunk során

a CouchSurfing segítségével a híres, bibliai idők óta létező Abu Gosh faluban laktunk a hajdani kibucban. Annyira bánom, hogy nem tartottam a kapcsolatot a zsidó értelmiségi házaspárral, akik büszkék voltak arra, hogy kiváló kapcsolatot ápoltak arab szomszédjaikkal. Emlékszem, ottlétünk során tűz ütött ki a falu egyik arab házánál, zsidó vendéglátóink pedig azonnal segítségükre siettek…

Nyomasztó, mi több, korántsem járható út ennek a témának a követése, az ehhez kapcsolódó filmes produkciók nézése: a tehetetlenség érzése bárkit felemészt…

ÉLMÉNYBESZÁMOLÓ – Golyók, kövek és vízcseppek között, Palesztinában

Hebron. After visiting the Jewish cemetery in the settlement, we came upon this scene. A Jewish and a Palestinian man talking/arguing about something. Two IDF soldiers assisted. We went into the shop very close by. The soldiers looked amazed: why would two Jews buy from the Arabs. The Palestinians were also very surprised, but they served us without any problem…

Palesztina életre szóló élményt jelentett. Egyrészt kíváncsi voltam az érem másik oldalára (2013-ban voltam Izraelben), a történelmi és a hírekben szereplő helyeket akartam meglátogatni.

Sikerült.

Szerencsére a Wizz Air légitársaságnak és a több hónappal korábbi jegyfoglalásnak köszönhetően a menettérti ár 303 lej, azaz 65 euró volt, s lévén, hogy kezdetben Sameh családjánál, majd a Kanapészörfölők, illetve ismerősök segítségével oldottuk meg a szállást, a 10 napos ott tartózkodás összköltségvetése 600 lej körül mozog (+/- 50 lej).

A költségeknek a minimálisra csökkentése mellett az otthonokban történt elszállásolásnak két hatalmas előnye és hozadéka van: a helyi ember szemével látod a helyzetet, illetve a közös élmények összekovácsolják az utazót és a házigazdát. Ez pedig maradandó élményt, emlékeket eredményez. Így szeretek utazni.

We wondered around for a long time when we reached a dead end. A surreal scene: two Israeli soldiers at the end of the street with an iron gate behind their backs. An Arab boy selling falafel. In the middle of nowhere. Curious eyes gazed at us from the buildings – mostly children. I approached the soldiers, telling them we want to enter the mos… the church, but we cannot find the main entrance, the others are all closed. I also told them that at a nearby checkpoint their colleague asked if we’re Jews, we said no, but we are Christians, so he said yes, we can enter, and indicated the general direction where to get in, but we are unable to locate it. One of them said, he can accompany us. I felt very uneasy: going back to the Arab merchants with an Israeli soldier makes us automatically Jews, but we told them we’re from Hungary and Romania. We traveled with these passports, we didn’t want to elaborate about our ethnic background and how come we’re both Hungarians from Romania, we travel with different travel documents… What if the soldier is attacked by some Arabs, and we’ll be prosecuted for “luring” him into the danger zone. At each corner he looked left, then right and advanced only then. After asking some Arabs where the entrance is, and them telling him it’s the one we’ve already been to, but it’s closed, her said he has to return to his colleague. An eerie silence followed. More Palestinians gathered around us. He left. We quickly did the same. The Palestinians looked at us with suspicion

Az utazó más, mint a turista, szerintem. Előbbi mélyrehatóan meg akarja ismerni a meglátogatott helyet, előre tájékozódik annak történelméről, a sajátosságokról, a turista elsősorban csak épületeket néz, kényelemre vágyik, szállodában/panzióban száll meg, nemigen kerül kapcsolatba a helyiekkel.

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A Szabadságban két részben jelent meg a palesztinai élménybeszámoló:

Golyók, kövek és vízcseppek között, Palesztinában (I.)

Golyók, kövek és vízcseppek között, Palesztinában (II.)

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A blogomon angol nyelven megjelent bejegyzések ide kattintva olvashatók.

PHOTO REPORT – Palestine – Bullets, stones and water drops (Day 7 – Hebron with extremes and with my most impressive picture)

Hebron struck a sensible nerve: the situation is close to desperate. Palestinians here spoke about the Israeli occupation and violations more than anywhere else! The lack of water is angering and demoralizing the Palestinian population.

Even though it was the Jewish Passover or Pesach, we managed to enter the heavily defended Jewish neighborhood in Hebron with some extreme surprises.

Please click on the first photo! Take time going through them. Listen to some music…

Unlike these, children in general were not reluctant to take their photos…

We were decided to visit the Cave of the Patriarchs, also called the Cave of Machpelah and known by Muslims as the Sanctuary of Abraham or the Al-Ibrahimi Mosque. It was Passover, so only Christians were allowed in. We didn’t ask, but I strongly think this is business as usual. This particular day there was only entrance, because of security reasons. We found it with difficulty. We were told that this gate used to be open, but then they closed it. This made the merchants run out of income, because the tourists use the entrance under Israeli control… The Hebron Rehabilitation Committee writes extensively about the site here: http://www.hebronrc.ps/index.php/en/

While searching the main entrance to the Jewish compound/settlement/neighborhood, we stumbled upon the Hebron Rehabilitation Committee. I entered and met Mr. Rafi. He let us up on the roof. We finally had a glance at the mosque. According to tradition that has been associated with the Holy Books Torah, Bible and Quran, the cave and adjoining field were purchased by Abraham as a burial plot. Dating back over 2,000 years, the monumental Herodian compound is believed to be the oldest continuously used intact prayer structure in the world, and is the oldest major building in the world that still fulfills its original function

Hebron Rehabilitation Committee issued several reports about various illegalities committed by the Israeli authorities… Their site is at http://www.hebronrc.ps/index.php/en/

This is the most impressive photo I managed to take: an Israeli girl’s fruits spread on the ground inside the Jewish settlement. She was terrified and tried to put them back into her nylon bag as fast as possible. Palestinian children wanted to help… They were also intrigued about this unusual presence…

We wondered around for a long time when we reached a dead end. A surreal scene: two Israeli soldiers at the end of the street with an iron gate behind their backs. An Arab boy selling falafel. In the middle of nowhere. Curious eyes gazed at us from the buildings – mostly children. I approached the soldiers, telling them we want to enter the mos… the church, but we cannot find the main entrance, the others are all closed. I also told them that at a nearby checkpoint their colleague asked if we’re Jews, we said no, but we are Christians, so he said yes, we can enter, and indicated the general direction where to get in, but we are unable to locate it. One of them said, he can accompany us. I felt very uneasy: going back to the Arab merchants with an Israeli soldier makes us automatically Jews, but we told them we’re from Hungary and Romania. We traveled with these passports, we didn’t want to elaborate about our ethnical background and how come we’re both Hungarians from Romania, we travel with different travel documents… What if the soldier is attacked by some Arabs, and we’ll be prosecuted for “luring” him into the danger zone. At each corner he looked left, then right and advanced only then. After asking some Arabs where the entrance is, and them telling him it’s the one we’ve already been to, but it’s closed, her said he has to return to his colleague. An eerie silence followed. More Palestinians gathered around us. He left. We quickly did the same. The Palestinians looked at us with suspicion

The local Palestinian people told us, they had to put up some fences, because the Jewish settlers throw urine, stones, shit, garbage at them

This man told us that the situation is unbearable: the Jewish settlers harass them around the clock, throwing everything from tampons used by women to urine and garbage

We wondered around trying to find the main entrance to the Jewish settlement and the mosque. The area was surrounded like a fortress and looked like a military outpost with soldiers, guns, checkpoints, closed streets, machine guns. After a while we reached a walled-off street with a dead end. But what are the lonely geese doing here? We were told that the street used to be a thriving market. I had the feeing that the poor animals were left there in limbo as a reminder of what a wall and the subsequent separation can do…

They simply don’t understand what and why it happened

It used to be a busy market street, now Palestinians cannot sell anything…

No customers

Anyone here?

The Jewish settlement ruined their livelihood…

We accidentally met some Palestinian officials who told us where the main entrance is. Some ladies accompanied us close to Checkpoint Q, but said goodbye. If they see you with us, they might prevent you from entering the site, they told us. They also live inside the Jewish settlement, but have special permits. We went up on the road they indicated. They took a detour. We could hear people shouting and stones landing on roofs: there was an ongoing protest very close by. A car with two Palestinian men was stationed close to the crossroads. It was tense. We didn’t know what to do. An elderly Palestinian man approached the Israeli soldiers and started to argue with them. He was leaning against an abandoned, burned-down car. He shouted something. I turned back fearing they will hit him with the back of the gun or shoot him. The intensity of the protest nearby increased even though the Palestinians there could not see what is going on. Stones were flying. Eventually he was let through. We asked permission to approach. Slowly, the soldier gesticulated. Several more showed up, a black lady among them. Where do you want to go? To the Al-Ibrahimi mos… church, please. Are you Jewish? No, but Christian. OK, go, a soldier replied. Sure? – I asked. Yes, don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you! – he replied with a grimace. The best reassurance I’ve ever received, what can I tell you… Photo: Megan Hanna (I didn’t dare taking one)

We carried on. Now we could see the protest: Israeli military vehicles parked and barring the protesters to get close to the checkpoint. I just had a glance. We saw a Palestinian man crouching next to a wall, an Israeli soldier next to him. He had handcuffs on his hands. Another Palestinian gave him a cigarette and a lighter. We were told to carry on. Bianka emptied her pockets carefully, I forgot my mobile phone on one of them, so the siren of security gate went off immediately. Time stood still. So did I. I raised my hands. The soldier behind the bullet proof glass sneered. Stupid tourist – said his eyes. We were through the gate… Photo by: Ludovica Iaccino (I didn’t dare taking one)

Entering the Jewish settlement was exactly as in the computer game Call of Duty.: a stark reminder of what is going on here.

Soldiers everywhere

The story…

The story…

The story…

The story…

Arab cemetery closed off

The story…

Jewish settlers having fun

Arab residents of the buildings looking on with frustration

Arab residents of the buildings looking on with frustration

Inside the Al-Ibrahimi mosque…

Inside the Al-Ibrahimi mosque…

Inside the Al-Ibrahimi mosque…

Inside the Al-Ibrahimi mosque…

Baby soldiers

Israeli soldiers guarding a newly occupied house…

We went in the newly occupied house which was featured in the Haaretz daily newspaper. They say they have all the papers… This man carried a pistol

Happiness

The second most impressive moment in Palestine. We went up the roof of the newly occupied house. It was Passover. On the top of the opposite structure we saw a Palestinian man and some children. I waved at them. They instinctively waved back. Children with pure heart. OMG! The Jews, thinking I was their own, looked on in anger: why is a Jew waving at the Palestinian children? The Arab man, probably their father, shouted something at them. Some of them went away, a few remained, but looked at us only from behind the water tanks. What a world!

Heavily defended

The Palestinian man looked in with frustration

Bianka hurt her toenail. We went to a stationary ambulance. The military doctor treated her and said: go home and carefully wash it with a lot of water. Little he knew that we were hosted by a Palestinian who barely had any. Above the toilet there was an inscription: if it’s yellow, let it mellow, it it’s brown, flush it down. We couldn’t have a shower, so we used wet wipes

A Palestinian looks on as Jewish people celebrating Pessah pass on in the settlement. An IDF soldier prevented us to visit the Arab cemetery

After visiting the Jewish cemetery in the settlement, we came upon this scene. A Jewish and a Palestinian man talking/arguing about something. Two IDF soldiers assisted. We went into the shop very close by. The soldiers looked amazed: why would to Jews buy from the Arabs. The Palestinians were also very surprised, but they served us without any problem…

The Jewish cemetery inside the Jewish settlement in Hebron

We went up to the observatory…

From left to right: Mo, our wonderful host in Hebron, Aimee, the British, Natalia, the Argentinian and Marianne, the Hungarian lady from… our city. We met her there…!

PHOTO REPORT – Palestine – Bullets, stones and water drops (Day 5 – Daytrip to Jericho)

Jericho was on my list from the beginning of the trip: we spent a day there…

Please click on the first picture!

We traveled by bus from Ramallah to Jericho: it was only 17 shekels (4 euros) per person. From the center of Jericho we paid 15 shekels (3,50 euros) for the shared taxi until the base of the mountain. Of course, we climbed it…

After being baptized by John the Baptist Jesus retreated to the wilderness to meditate and fast, the mountain on which Jesus is believed to have spent the 40 days and 40 nights of spiritual contemplation is called the Mount of Temptation

Bibi and Jericho…

Near the Greek Orthodox Monastery of Temptation

Near the Greek Orthodox Monastery of Temptation

On the way down from the Mount of Temptation we met some pacifists…

Looking for Jesus…

Irresistable

Some petting. But not that kind

Locomotion

Extremely disappointing visit to the Hisham’s Palace. We didn’t see the wonderful The “Tree of Life” mosaic in the audience room of the bath house – it was being restored. Also, a wonderful, 7 million pieces mosaic…:( Bibi is pictured with an ornament from the former palace. Close to thos location we saw the Tell es-Sultan, a defensive or flood protection wall suggested to date to approximately 8000 before Christ. The Wall of Jericho is the oldest city wall discovered by archaeologists anywhere in the world

Back in Ramallah

Short visit to the Catholic church in Ramallah

Why can’t they clean the streets in Ramallah?!

PHOTO REPORT – Palestine – Bullets, stones and water drops (Day 3 and 4 – Ramallah and Yasser Arafat)

Why bullets, stones and water drops?

Bullets because, unfortunately, a lot of them are flying in Palestine and the Gaza Strip. They symbolize aggression, occupation, death, injuries, mourning. Stones because it is a form of resistance, retaliation and civic unrest. Why water drops? Wait until we reach Hebron…

Until then, please click on the first picture for the story to be unfolded.

On Thursday, March 29 we left the safety and comfort of the Muhammad family and traveled by taxi (cheap) to Qalqilia and then a minivan (shared bus) to Ramallah

The bus station in Qalqilia

Selling everything and anything near the bus station if Qalqilia

Arrival to Ramallah: things to see

Many young people are unemployed and they are just hanging out on the streets of Ramallah

Street in Ramallah, Palestine

We arrived to our host, Omar, and went out a bit in the evening…

On Friday, March 30, Land Day (an annual day of commemoration for Arab citizens of Israel and Palestinians of the events of that date in 1976 in Israel) we went to the Yasser Arafat museum in Ramallah. Seeing what they went through: what a tragic faith for the Palestinians!

A Western lady in the Yasser Arafat Museum

The room in the Mukataa (is an Arabic word for headquarters or administrative center) where meetings were held during the several months siege…

They feel good in the streets of Ramallah

Also, during the day

Not enough place for the field, no problem, there’s some in front of the greek catholic church

Opinions

In the evening we went to the separation wall near Ramallah

It was very close to a refugee camp and our hosts told us that being close to Kalandia didn’t made them feel secure…

PHOTO REPORT – Palestine – Bullets, stones and water drops (Day 2 – Military fence across one’s farmland)

Construction, fence, military, checkpoint, refugee camp, settlement, occupation, IDF – I think these are the words that were spoken the most during our stay in Palestine (March 27-April 5, 2018).

Click on the first picture to find out why!

In the village of Essla, near Qalqilia we were hosted by the Muhammad family. Hospitality at it’s best. Staying with local people helps me understand how they live, what set of values do they have, what do they think about various issues. Some of the family members have basic English knowledge, but some of the times their facial expression, gestures and eyes tell a whole story. And there’s always the handy tool: offline and online Arabic-English-Arabic translation… We were taken to a fence located right outside the village. They told us: local farmers’ lands are over the fence which is opened only two times a day, at 6 AM and 3 PM… We didn’t dare getting closer: bullets could fly…

Almost none of the Muslims drank alcohol, except our hosts in Ramallah. Imagine us, drunk Europeans managing our way down the stairs of the Muhammad family’s house… 🙂

We had dzadr (djadr) in the evening and omelet with potatoes and other homemade tasty products

We had a stroll in the streets of the village

We even went into a school (madrasa) renovated and extended with money from the US government, and the EU…

Downtown Qalqilia…

Downtown Qalqilia…

Bianka just couldn’t resist the temptation and bought a nice dress…

Women love shopping no matter where they live and what their religion is…

They sell everything

Market street in Qalqilya

Qalqilya: punctures bike tire repaired… 🙂

Checked it

Await and see what they had inside…

… well, this… 🙂

Perspectives

Why on Earth is he taking a picture of a barber shop?!

We were curious of them, they were very interested in us

What is is holding in his hand?

Resist to exist!

We called it Times Square (Qalqilya)

Sweets

Thanks to Sameh, we were invited by Mrs. Eltisan to have lunch at her family’s… mansion. It was delicious!

Yummy

There are wealthy Palestinians, too…

We traveled in a luxurious Range Rover equipped with back seat entertainment

John the Baptist was buried here…

… but where exactly?

Our guides took us to a viewpoint above Nablus. Several lights are coming from the various Jewish settlements located around the Palestinian town. So we wondered: who’s lights are what we see?

PHOTO REPORT – Palestine – Bullets, stones and water drops (Day 1 – Why Palestine? Getting to the West Bank)

Conscription exists for all Israeli citizens over the age of 18. Arab citizens of Israel are not conscripted. We saw many soldiers, everywhere… Of some seen on the streets of Tel Aviv and elsewhere we thought that they are definitely not 18, but, most probably, they were…

If I recall well, it’s the first time I have to censor myself. I cannot write everything I think and feel about our 10-day visit to Palestine. I have to be cautious. The situation in the Middle East and especially in Israel, Palestine and the Gaza Strip is so tense, that whatever one writes, from least one side, accusations, acid remarks will start flying.  Therefore I’ll be extremely cautious. Please understand. I’ll try to tell more during private discussions.

According to The Times of Israel around 6 thousand construction workers help Israel to build, build, build…

I wanted to visit Palestine for a very long time: I was extremely curious of how people live, what they think, how much they earn, get a glimpse into their daily lives, experience the crossing of the various checkpoints, see the refugee camps, talk with the Jewish settlers and maybe the soldiers. During my visit to Palestine (March 27-April 5, 2018) I the success rate was around 90%…

How did it all start?

I simply needed a breakthrough. It came during my unauthorized access to a Turkish military area in Famagusta/Varosha (ghost town), Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus (a de facto no man’s land only recognized by Turkey). During the most difficult period of my life (tried by a civilian and then a military court, convicted and expelled) I was helped by… two Palestinians. Thanks to my girlfriend, Bianka, who found him on the platform, Sameh Muhammad hosted me for over a week me through CouchSurfing between the military court hearing. He and his flat mates/friends from countries that are regarded by the international community as failing, failed or terrorist states kept my profession secret from the authorities, even though they could have decided to turn me in and be rewarded in various ways.

The first gates exiting the central railway station in Tel Aviv

Sameh was my breakthrough. He was organizing our trip to Palestine from… South Africa.

We bought the Wizz Air ticket as early as December 2017: we paid 303 lei (65 euros) for it.

The flight was in the early hours of March 27, 2018 – we only slept 3 hours prior to departure. We tried to sleep during captain Del Bufalo Manfredi and his team maneuvered the aircraft through the clouds and rising sunshine.  Bibi wore red tanga for luck. Both our socks had holes in them. For luck, of course. The tactic paid off: no delay, smooth landing and entry to Israel – we were prepared to encounter difficulties, rough and tough, down and dirty, because we were headed to Palestine, our destination. What if they would have found out that we want to visit Qalqilya, Nablus, Jenin and the refugee camp next to it, Ramallah, Jericho, Bethlehem, Hebron and East Jerusalem? Would they allow us in? We put up the stupid tourist face, and I strongly think that because of this only two simple questions were asked: purpose of visit and length of stay.

Halleluiah, we were in!

Let the rest be told by these pictures. Click on the first one, please!

Early hours of March 27, 2018, at the Cluj International Airport: Wild and rough…

We only slept 3 hours prior to departure, so we made up for it during the 3 hours flight

Orthodox Jews keep a special hat in it

The Israeli passport stamp used to be a question many visitors asked. Today, that question might still be asked but the answer is simple – the Israeli passport stamp is no more, border officials give you an entry visa automatically on a piece of paper. No more stamps in passports (although if you really want one, they might let you!) I asked for one and got it during our tour of Israel in 2013… Whilst many Arab countries who do not recognize Israel will not allow entry to anybody who has an Israeli passport stamp, the Israeli authorities are sympathetic to the fact that many people do wish to travel around the world and since early 2013, most visitors to Israel don’t have their passports stamped… by default!

We’re in!

Bibi wanted to touch the Mediterranean Sea, so took a train from the Ben Gurion International Airport till the center of Tel Aviv

The first gates…

According to The Times of Israel around 6 thousand construction workers help Israel to build, build, build

Conscription exists in Israel for all Israeli citizens over the age of 18. Arab citizens of Israel are not conscripted. We saw many soldiers, everywhere… Of some we thought they are definitely not 18, but, most probably, they were…

How much and for how long?

Saving the planet

We walked a bit, took a bus from the central railway station in Tel Aviv, and there is was: the beach

Enjoy the sun

Fat and fit?

Let me touch the Mediterranean Sea…

🙂

Bograshov Beach

Kippah ready to be deployed

High temperature…

We arrived to Kfar Saba by train. We were to meet David Marian (Adi), a Romanian construction worker at a mall that only Jews and foreigners have access to. Street art in the streets of Kfar Saba, Israel

Adi took us to meet Sameh’s father, Muhammed. We drove a bit and then separated: he had to go through an Israeli checkpoint for Arabs. We didn’t. We drove by one designated for those cars which have Israeli number plates

We were hosted by the Muhammad family in the village of Essla in Palestine (West Bank). Warm welcome, great hospitality. It really felt like home. It is not a journalistic exaggeration!

In the evening we went on a stroll. There was a beam of light next to the house. Children were playing with a ball. Ours are playing computer games between four walls…

Our room

Ready for school? 🙂

Raneem, the smallest girl of the Muhammad family