We chase each other, are a team, fast, quiet, dark, armed and determined to kill. I do not know why, I do not know why we sought and punished. We run blindly into the night, through the suburbs. The buildings are ever more sparse, it is difficult to be repaired to hide, the soldiers approaching, I feel the fear growing in me and the people around me. Everyone thinks about how to save themselves. Space is always open, I take refuge somewhere immediately. Within a hut of wood, is a dilapidated chicken coop. Shit and chickens, dead or alive, anywhere. I flattened the land squeezed between shit and dead animals. "You do not come, please do not enter ..." Noise at the entrance, one of them came. Maybe I'll see ... I hear his footsteps, is approaching. I hold my breath, before anything I can hear or see the shot and then everything is black and empty ... They return
black and full of my body, intact, in disgust of the house. I'm alive. I open my eyes, the soldier is still hovering over me, I do not know if amused or annoyed. The gun was not charged, has been an explosion projectile. I'm alive, but now ...?
This is the third dream like I do when I returned from Italy six days ago. I wake up with anxiety in chest, sweating and shortness of breath. It was just a dream, I tell myself. I go back to sleep. I wake up. Yes, a dream, but for many, many people that I looked at him, I spoke with, with whom I exchanged sincere friendship and promises to meet again, this is not a dream.
A month between Palestine and Israel and the military occupation of this crazy-totalitarianism of weapons, violence and arbitrariness-printed in my mind images that are struggling to disappear. From what I saw, what I felt, what I was told and shown, for how I was treated myself.
What is printed in the mind, heart, body, the fate of those who, like Majd, like Salah, as Mustafa, was born in a refugee camp, a descendant of 3 or 4 generations of children born in refugee camps, where the concepts human rights, legality, respect for human life, have no sense?
I would say something final, provisionally concluding at the end of this trip. I would like to have lighting that would allow me to say in 10 lines are simple and clear all the things I've seen, known, open, inclusive.
will not be easy. I suspect it will not be a strong things to say now I think that without being immediately accused of things like "anti-Semitism ...
Ah ... first an update on Bil'in, for those who had taken to heart the story of the demonstration against the wall.
On August 29, the day after my visit, two days after the visit of Jimmy Carter, who has described the situation as a Palestinian "apartheid" at 3:30 at night the army Israel has made one of his raid. We have gone up because the country is full of internationals ready to record. In fact there is a video on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KI12qJKoCAw
They arrested two people. Probably two boys who threw stones. In fact (and this is seen by more and more videos on you tube of 28/08) Soldiers pictures to people during the demonstrations, then go get. I've also seen him do in Jerusalem to the festive and peaceful demonstration against the evictions of Palestinian families. And now I understand why you are all so pissed off when the soldier pulled out his camera and photographed a woman who danced before him, with air so provocative, but certainly harmless!
For those who have a strong stomach is also available on youtube the video of the killing of Bassem, last April, I mentioned in my note on Bil'in. E 'rather shocking ... but it's true. So I suggest you watch it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U41r2oSb21A
Ok, enough of Bil'in: back to my speech.
Thinking back to Palestine from here ...
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