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10-13/08 - educational trips

10/08 - FIRST JOURNEY TO EDUCATIONAL
Ibillin By car from Jerusalem, with my host, Mohammed and Omar at the helm, also a lawyer, a Communist, trained in USSR, old-style intellectual, known for his articles in the newspaper Israeli Communist

Retained pieces of speech and their responses to my questions.

`` This is Nazareth, where Christ is born. It is an Arab city, even today. See the next hill, with those new buildings? That Hill was formed from lands the property of the Arabs of Nazareth. All have been confiscated from the Jews to build a new Jewish city, alongside the Arab

`` `` They will not because no two states will not allow Isreaele ``. Look at Lieberman, the minister of foreign affairs, the religious right: he said yesterday that the Arabs should leave, in one way or other things, by Israel, that this is the land of the Jews. And those like him for `Israel` means all of Palestine.
With such legal instruments can do that? For them, the `single contract worth on this earth is the Bible, which assigns Palestine to the Jews.
`` [confirm these reports, read in Haaretz.]

`` What are the problems of the issue of two states? Jerusalem, the Jews just want for them and do not accept that it is also the capital of Palestine, the return of the 4.5 million refugees driven out by Israel in the various wars since `48; the dismantling of settlements in the West Bank and Gaza.
Colonies are only 432 in the West Bank, with 800,000 inhabitants.

`` `` For us, the two-state solution is a compromise, a stretch. Divide the Arabs forcibly. We are Israelis, the country will never change, even to go in the future state of Palestine. We were born in this city. Here we want to stay and change things politically. Israel is a democracy. The Arabs have 20%. We can do much, even if c `and` a lot of internal discrimination. And I'll tell you a lawyer. The laws are there and they are right. But are often not enforced properly ... you close one eye. We tradiuzione
of secular, Marxist-ideal solution for us but it is unrealistic-it would be a single Palestinian state, without religious principles in the constitution it `religious symbols in the flag. Where Jews and Arabs live together, respecting all religious communities, with mixed democratic governments, the laity. Instead
SO we have: a state-based religion (Jewish) and multi-ethnic-Israel, and a state based on ethnic origin (Arabic) and multi-religious - Palestine. A mess, right?

`` `` Abu Mazen? A son of a bitch. He killed Arafat to take his place. Together with Sharon, the CIA and the Mossad. They wanted to take out Arafat. they have poisoned. Only now are opening an investigation `,` because someone has pulled out of Arafat `s last Fiara proiprio where he wrote this: that he had been warned that Abu Mazen and so on. wanted to kill him. After a few days and is left in a coma and then, no one ever knew how, is dead!

`` `` Arab governments are all corrupt. The Jordanians and the Egyptians say that we Arabs remained in Israel are traitors to the Palestinian cause. Instead we are left to defend our culture in our land. Sometimes it is a struggle cuotidiana, made with the culture, the commitment, but it is the only way to assert our rights, our culture. Never change the democracy of Israel, which is my country, where I was born, with the dictatorship of an Arab government. An Arab leader that I like? None! Indeed: Nasser. But it is dead.

`` `` Arabs are hospitable. You can go around in all the Arab villages and cities of Israel and Palestine, and we will try to help but do not speak your language, you will have the coffee, water, food. They ask you where you come from, will accompany you if you need. The Arabs are curious, they are open. `Not so the Jews. I have many Jewish friends, work with them, there is `no problem. But I'm cold, are wary. They always fear. Watch as the kibbutzim are structured ... like a ghetto! We want shut up alone, and the rest of the world outside! The neighbor, a colleague `s friend, if is not of their religion.

`` `` This city is Jericho. Now look: This is one of the three access roads to the city. Watch: Israeli troops made a pietrre-foot barrier to prevent the passage of cars from the road. Yes, there are the other two being from `the other hand, towards the border of Jordan. `Apart from the inconvenience for those who must move for work, which takes 40 minutes more, is not it an open invitation to go from here?

`` `` c` and `When was the` intifada, or the war in Gaza, or there are reprisals, all these ... for us Israeli Arabs, it is difficult, it is an inner conflict: on one hand solidariazziamo with the Palestinians who are like us; d `other hand, this is our country, even though we are opposed to government policy. Then maybe we make peaceful protests, demonstrations, strikes, but also with many Israeli Jews, pacifists, are many, solidariazziamo together with the Palestinians.

`` As we speak they speed along the Jordan Valley to Jerusalem: the spectacle of the great desert and the mountains of Jordan is underpinned by the continued appearance of two very different forms of housing: in the valley, the Bedouin camps, dozens and dozens, made of tents, sheets, cabins, groups of camels, women and men to lie close to the ground do not know what that quarried from this land without a fully sabbiosam Filko d `grass on the mountain, the 'colonies', which are small clusters of houses and cobbled together as strictly fenced high-security prisons to real city-fortresses, with impressive skyscrapers that rise from nowhere sembranmo of this mystical desert them, even abitaten by tens of thousands of people are surrounded by high concrete walls, such as medieval castles. In general, the colonies appear to be made entirely of dark gray concrete, very bad, throw them `as if they wanted them in one night, to make the world a fait accompli to the rising of the sun. It is more or less like this: the policy of fait It's always been done and the main strategy of the governments of Israel, except perhaps those of Rabin and Barak.
improbable rise to colonies around woods, totally unrealistic in this desert, and there with that one a glance to find that I am the tragic issue of West Bank water: hundreds of colonies-packed weapons available to the settlers to become private justice (that being ultra-Orthodox have, among others, the privilege of guaranteed impunity ') upstream of the already scarce water sources and settle in their territory, leaving Palestinian Bedouin camps and cities in the valley in a drought totgale `. Furthermore, with the cancellation of the tributaries, the Jordan is reduced to a trickle, and disappearing ... Never mind, baptize Christ 'in the mud, then the long run, only with sand.



12/08 - SECOND JOURNEY EDUCATIONAL
From Haifa to Ibillin, and in taxi with Yusef, jew, 55

Loved by his monologue.

`` I am jew, you see, I have no problems with the Arabs. They can come to Israel if they want, everyone can come to Israel. Okay, I also have the AICI Arabs. The problem is the Palestinians. You know, for us, Jerusalem is the center of the world. Do you understand? The center of the world. It is our religion. We can not give up Jerusalem. It is our capital. We can not divide it. The Palestinians do not want to understand. Want to know
what I think? You want to know? I think Israel has to take Jerusalem. With the force with peace, do not know, but must take it. The Arabs will never succeed.

`` `` When I say `kill 'I mean the Palestinian Arabs. Israeli Arabs do not! No, not with them there is `no problem.

`` `` With the Arabs can not make peace. We are at war with the Arabs 3000 years. Yes, it is true, with some Arab countries, the `we did it. L `Egypt. Jordan. But with others it is impossible that Syria, for example: They want the Golan! But why, I do not understand! It was their up to the war in `67. But it was a desert. They are not gonna do anything. Instead, the Jews did the trees grow, they did a beautiful garden, there are tourists. And they want it back! You know Hong Kong? We could do like this: buy it for 100 years. Then it shows. Beiu take so much money, the Syrians, you know? We could give you lots of good money. But this is my idea, el Nonda government. `But I also think that the government thought of that: why they are more intelligent than me. `But I'm also intelligent. Clever.

`` `` L `Iran. Why he wants to destroy Israel? I do not understand. You have your country, and we have ours. Live and let live. What do you want from us. You know what I say. They want the atom. Yes, we too abbiamno several. But for us to start the missiles it takes many hands that push the button same time. Li `it only takes one. Just Achmadinejad pushes the button and the missile part.

`` `` Do you know what I say? If Iran `s missile kills lanciua the 100,000 Jews. For we are many, because we are a small people. Then we launch so many missiles that kill millions of Iranians. Do you understand? Millions!

`` `` Why are all against us? Tell me why `l` Europe is always against us. You want to know why? I'll tell you. Why do the television to see the children and women dead in the street. But they do not see that the terrorists hide behind their women and children and shoot at our soldiers. So what should our soldiers? Shoot! Kill them all. But are forced, you know? They are the terrorists who make them die. But the world is always against Israel. But we are strong, we are very strong. We can defend themselves.

`` `` Israel is the most beautiful country in the world. I've got shot so many, even to Italy. But Israel is much more beautiful. If people did not think it is dangerous, tourists would be all here. There would be a lot of money. You can not imagine. Ah, yes: I love Israel. I am a patriot.

`` `` `You know what I like about Italy? Waving! And you know what is the word that I like more in Italian: Fuck you! ``

Yusef is produced in a series of matches between various type of wrong 'fuck' and various gestures caught at random in his repertoire. Ride. Very.
I say, you're good, you look just like Italian.

NOTE: Yusef
While talking, I remember an article I read `3 days ago in Haaretz: The mayor of a seaside town has allocated a sum of $ 1,000,000 for those who bring evidence of the` ` Sirenza existence of which is sighted by tourists over the past several days ...
warlike scenarios include identification with biblical and marine views, maybe someone in this country has lost all sense of reality ...



13/08 - THIRD JOURNEY EDUCATIONAL
From Ibillin in Haifa, and in taxi Assan, Arabic, 52.

Talk `s bad English. But there understand with a mix of many languages \u200b\u200band gestures. Carry-over in the third person.

Assan has 8 children. Yes, with one wife. They do not have more than one wife. Once. Perhaps even in Africa, Egypt ... do not know. But the Palestinians have only one wife.
Jobs in Haifa, in Ibillin c `and` not working for a taxi. Haifa Jews, Muslims and Christians live in peace. Haifa her friends are all Jews. No problem.
Among the people there are no problems. The problems are political. Liberman [more than] is a great fascist wants to expel all Arabs from Israeloe. Assan Nonja `may want to understand why such a thing. He is born to us. His father, his grandfather. Their homes, their properties. Her six daughters and two sons live them `,` working them, 3 have already a family ... Entering
shows me the houses in Haifa in Arabic style. He tells me that those houses were all Arabs, until `48. Then came many Jews from Poland, Russia, Germany, and their army has chased away the rightful owners. Gradually: Syria, Jordan and Lebanon. Assan For this is the original problem. Why should one chase another out of his house?
He tells me of the war with Lebanon in 2006. Haifa is 50 km from Lebanon. He tells me that the Lebanese missiles for a month hit the city. The story is the same as that made me Morad, my first evening in Israel (see first post). He says he fired the rockets to the Lebanese defeat Israel, but are dead Jews and Christians and Muslims alike, in those missiles. People do not ever want war. According to Assan people want peace and live in peace. They are the politicians who want war. And people always lose out. Of any religion. Do not even bother to look at who's dead in the end.

NOTE:
Assan is a simple man, uneducated, very humble. `He loves Italy because the football is AC Milan. It is emotional and curious, with this absurd mix of languages \u200b\u200band gestures, struggles to make himself understood. At the end of nis apologizes to speak English, he is ashamed. But he likes to talk to people, is justified.
Hassan Yusef is so humble as arrogant, intolerant possibilities with regard Yusef, naive as Yusef is wise, sweet as Yusef is rude.
It costs 40 NIS instead of 150.
IF you happen to be in Haifa and need a taxi, VI COUNCIL ASSAN.



13/08 - FOUR SHORT JOURNEY EDUCATIONAL
Back to Jerusalem by bus to the old town.
I hear someone who curses and hits my backpack. An old white-haired, stooped, toothless and dry is bothered by cursing `footprint of my bagaglio.Dopo I apologized humbly, the vicissitudes of life lead me to sit in front of him, not to succumb to shake the mad rush of the crowds in bus crazy crowds and traffic of this holy city.
His smile suddenly opens up an absolute dental shortage. It attacks a speech in a language where it differs very few words in English, most in the mixed state of his oral cavity.

Rioporto the few sentences that I grasped the meaning. `` I

Iranian jew ... Came here when he is come Komeimi. Achmadinejad is crazy. You are jew? Are you a Christian? Christian's okay. Jews are good, Christians are good. The Muslim terrorists. Are you married? No? Male. Married.

``

Shoestring Licorce Nj

9 / 08 - Ibillin, exchange programs

left the kibbutz, time two hours and it seems to be on the `other side of the world within a 'village' in Arabic (12 000 inhabitants), through a dreary suburb, where the figs' india, which run as guardrail along the main road leading to the city, for years intercept and retain their thorns between the `garbage thrown from moving cars: cans, bottles, cans, plastic bags ... and anything that might give the idea of \u200b\u200bdirt. Goal:
truck idle speed `, the Arabs, their wrecked car, they seem more constantly busy playing the horn for no reason than to keep your hands on the steering wheel and foot on the brake. A truck driver makes me a yell from the window, two boys at risk of crashing with the wheels on the concrete sidewalk just to give me a slap groped for his hat. The next time I restart
doll racist, I swear ...
There `s next for luck. Just drop
the highway on the outskirts of hell to enter the village on climate change: children stop playing soccer among trees and dirt and I came up smiling face that they want a picture. I still
versed between low houses, very poor, and across a busy up and down hills, people look at me with curiosity and I cairico: `` Salaam alaykum!
`` To hear the Arabic greeting these Arabs are illuminated, and I Alayukum respond `` as `` `salaam to 32 teeth with a smile. Then I play the `ace `` Italian!
`` `` Oh, Italian! Welcome! Welcome Italy! Fuck you America! Fuck you USA! Fuck you Israel! Free Palestine! Welcome!
`` What do you want the answer, to this great family, women, children, old men ... I finally look happy and comfortable with air?
`` Yes, fuck you America! "Free Palestine!
`` You do not want to start a lecture on the history of Arab-Israeli conflict and enlighten them on the mutual responsibilities? Are the first people who show themselves kind and hospitable to me today, but will have to give him a genuine fuck you America, no?!
From now on everyone I meet gives me to say, I want to help at all costs, I want to accompany by car or scooter to my destination ( cristina a school where I should ask for hospitality for the night), they want to be photographed, photographing myself thinking that I please.
are now in the center of this modern city, rather ugly, all concrete. But I must say that with this range humankind, loud, smiling and shouting, `the appearance of the city disappears and becomes an all stay inside, in an engaging way.
A lot of kids are riding on horses, ponies, donkeys, taken without a saddle. I
dozens of photos, each two meters I stop to talk to someone of any age.
Ok, will not arrive at school is never at this rate, I tell myself. Indeed, if is also why I lost!
Without a man who is equal to Mastroianni. E attack: `` `Peace be with you. `` I am Italian Italian ...!``
!?!``
Mastroianni starts talking and does not stop for 2 minutes: it is called Mohammed, an attorney, has stuido law in Cagliari, Italy has been living in seven years, the likes of Italy (and speaks perfect Italian) is a non-practicing Muslim, is 48 years old, a wife, five daughters, a lot of brothers and cousins \u200b\u200b...
short, after 5 minutes I am in the studio studio, he is chuiamando wife and friends to organize my hospitality in his house and a worthy evening at `Arab. Dinner? Based Costarelle and pork skewers. Yes, yes, pork.
Mohammed and his friends are all communists, convinced lay people consider Israel and the country would never change, they want to change things politically, from the inside. Some of them write in the newspaper of the Communist Party of Israel, have a cultural association for the exchange between cultures ... I could write a book about Mohammed, his wonderful family and amazing friends! Home

treat me like a prince. Afnan, his wife, is a practicing Muslim, the five daughters, ages 4 to 15 years, they are all together the 'eighth wonder of the world: the beauty, sweetness, the' intelligence and curiosity of the gaze ...
Mohammed tells all of our incredible meeting and meanwhile it makes me more questions after we met Oretta `I know all about him, he knows everything about me, it seems to me that we've known for months.
Street, after the shower is again: I go to eat and Mohammed Orsan. So that this is an incredible character, you have to believe me. Does the caretaker at a sawmill of peripherals: everywhere piles of wood, metal, machinery, covering an area huge.
Among some of these sheets, blankets towels, veils, leaning materials, in an incredible guiazzabuglio, c `is` his `home. It is them is that we put on a barbecue and the pork is already ready.
Orsan also worked in Italy. Indeed lived there 27 years, it is done within the family (and now lives in half between here and `them), and redid the valves of the hotels in Italy half. Part
the pro-Italian revival of their youth: Lyrics Battisti, De Andre ', Dalla, De Gregori, Tot, Troisi, Peppino di Capri, Celentano ... The `` ``... inns
eat, sing, laugh, smoke. Let's talk a little bit of politics. I slowly realize that this is the `perfect match for my trip. All the questions I wanted to put an Arab and Palestinian people within a month to understand their point of view and the real conditions of their lives, I can get them out now.
Let's talk about Israeli politics, Palestinian, Arab, American, Italian.
two of them are highly trained, they know everything about the history of UN resolutions, international law ...
I would tell everything, but we really want a book for all the information I collected. Some things already well known, others quite unexpected and shocking. But
we want to weigh down the evening. We eat, sing, drink beer, smoke, say bullshit. There will be time to talk about serious things. When
Orsan declares its serious intention to pull out of the fridge `s lamb, Mohammed and I run away or risk not getting up from the table more.
And then, the evening seems eseere over. Get in the car, and down, degassed for lanes of the city.
There's a building with a spiazzetto front, and a hundred people sitting on chairs placed along the perimeter.
`` This is the house of my cuigino. His son married a few days. Here, before a wedding party `s all ten previous days.
`` And then go with the party, go with the coffee, go with other food (`` Mohammed, I do not like most, really! ``, `` Yes, but that's not why you should eat, eat ... to eat `` ` `Ah, ok ``)
I submit all. `` He's my cousin, has a long beard, you see, he is religious. His family is from Gaza. I do not understand ... but I respect it, sure
`` `` This is my brother, this is my cousin, this is another brother, this is my nephew, this is his brother, this is what goes, this is my cuigino ...
`` `` And the women? There are?
`` `` But some are of the `other guys.
`` Here is this` cos loud music, with the addition of live drums, I think, schimazzi, and rumors of frantic dance that comes from a room inside the building.
enough, you go home. Tomorrow morning we leave early.
party, Mohammed convinced me to change my plans: he must go to Jerusalem with his friend and fellow lawyer. My intention was to make a detour to reach the holy city, but how can I lose the chance of a car trip of 4 hours when I can ask any question imaginable about Palestine, Israel, coexistence, conflict, reviews , prospects, etc., two educated, informed, committed, available, Arab? I am also here for that, I want to know everything.
At home ... is not over yet. The 6 `women`
home waiting for us awake. Girls are in fibrillation. They want to know everything about me.
We sit in front of the entrance of the house, on the steps overlooking a small garden with fruit trees ...

Rosary Beads Around Ankle Tattoo

9 / 08 - Afek, a prickly pear and a half smile from the kibbutz

I started walking this morning at 8. The wretched wife of Walid I cheated: I sold it for € 1 a bottle of water ... the tap.
I throw away everything that does not hurt me, and I have 15 minutes of sizzling racism which revives the whole repertoire of anti-Arab bias available to a young European: thieves, rogues, swindlers, dirty, liars, murderers and bastards. Ok, me and 'past. Going forward
then I can not find 'shops to refuel. The fact is that at 9 am are already '40 degrees and Afekm intermediate step of my journey today, I get to 13 completely dehydrated.
practically dead already 'mummified.

ASfek and 'a little "thing" with housing in the middle, lost among miles and miles fields massacred by the sun, where even the sunflowers seem to agonize and earth,' so 'burned to become dust.
passed through the gates: it seems to be the only passage in a long perimeter fence and barbed wire.
I still have a range of 25 seconds before death. Human being who urgently wanted to save me ...
A woman, grumpy woman brings, on 50 ... and 'her!
- Excuse me! Shalom! Where can I find water? With grim look
she comes out of his meadow, slowly approaches me, I distrust team spurt. Usndo the necessary number of words tells me where to find the market. Maybe it 's closed, but'-he adds.
swallow a few molecules of saliva, disgustingly dry.
's going back to the grumpy woman brings to mind her own, but then takes his occho divine hand and leads them to look better in the shade of the visor of my hat.
- Come for a drink while you do not become dehydrated.
Thanks.
It 's not that I have lost the look grim, however.
As we go to his casottino-which looks like a brick bungalows, identical to several other remote distributed Regular fenced-in yard I try to strike up a conversation. The curiosity 'and' more 'strong exhaustion.
- That 's a kibbutz, right?
- Yes
- Um ... I'm Italian.
- Ah.
- Um ... I am going to Jerusalem. On foot.
- Ah. You are religious.
- Be '... in a sense! Do not freak, pero ', you know? [No, please do not start a theological discussion right now ...] And 'I like walking. [Here, bravo]
- Mh mh.
It 's not easy, gentlemen. Pero 'during this exchange, without losing the look grim, the lady of the kibbutz offers me a prickly pear peeled from the basin in his hand. I devour it hoping it can be hydrated at least Drinking to get to this famous drink.
arrive at her door and she stubble has just washed the floor.
disappears inside the house. With the skin from the sun that burned alive, I swear, does not forgive, I try desperately to flatten them to qualify for 15 centimeters of shade that casts a small shed.
Glu Glu. Reborn. A bit '.
- So thank you. It 'been very kind.
- Ok. No, wait. You fill a bottle.
Here. I made the effort. Lose even a bit 'of his strong resemblance to Clint Eastwood in its heyday. Do not look grim, however.
disappears back into the kitchen. Meta 'body breathes, half' is going to be ready to be served at the table, smoking. Low drain the pint before his eyes. Meanwhile
his dog wags his tail, yelps, and I lick your ankles.

Twenty blocks low, completely anonymous and unadorned, container type, distributed in an orderly, with a lot of distance between each other, connected by pedestrian vioottoli of rough concrete, in an area the size of a football field or slightly more ', they are able to make blanket of grass grow a sufferer and nearly a dozen trees.
As I said, runs all around the wire. All along the perimeter, inside the fence, there are several low buildings and ugly, we understand that are dedicated to small businesses' industries. Decentralized, the heart of public life: a three-storey building which combines orange market, cafeteria, post office (or rather closet mailbox), small library, four benches in the shade of a canopy. In all 'what' you do not see even a sign or written in any language.
The market then, and 'a room with ten half-empty shelves and four large fridge, two of them with the tailgate not transparent: it takes me a bit,' open and shut, open and close, to find a bottle of water.
short, it seems that nothing here is' thought to be available to someone who does not live here, even from everlasting to everlasting. The "communication" does not make much sense in fact. I wonder 'if' never passed another traveler, from here?

I stop to rest on a bench in the shade. I crouch like a predator waiting for someone to pass that allows me to find out about this famous world of the kibbutz.
Come on, come out! Christian is not 'anyone?!
After half an hour begins to appear in some shape. Every ten minutes a woman goes to market, goes to an old post, a guy goes to the market, a man at the table.
I'll try with all: Shalom! I'm italian ...
Looks grim alternate with non-glances, then at the third attempt to limit myself, "Shalom." Then I get down and stop altogether.
I get up and do a photo: I will have to 'take away something from this kibbutz, if not some first-hand information, at least one picture!
And so while I am shooting emerge two little boys in the shot, a man and a lei, they too chubby, 12 or 13 years.
He looks at me grimly and says something in Hebrew.
shake my head: - Inglese? Anglit? - Beg.
you, grimly, in English: - He wants to know what you've photographed.
Here. I did something wrong did. I have broken the rules. Now the big chimeras. And if the mother is like Clint Eastwood, the pope '...
- I photographed the ... the ... the kibbutz! (You can 'mean?! They call it really so?!? Not beep' irreverent ?!?!?)
- Ah.
Well, do not bat an eyelid. Then I go to the attack, her children and 'more' easy.
- Italian!
- Do you speak Italian?! - She says, in Italian. I won, I can feel it.
- I'm Italian!
She explains that some sort of Italian relative. You can not 'know more'.
- Where do you go?
- In Jerusalem. On foot - let's see if the lie down with this ...
- Ah.
I understand. Here there is a cave spider hole, I got bored.
Instead I want to get at least one spider, one thing you must tell me, dear girl plump:
- How many people live here?
- 300. Not families. People.
- Okay, hello, shalom.
Yes, you can go small. Considering this scorching heat of the earth and dialogue, your half-smile I'll just done in extremis' to get to your destination today.
Allocation.

Leaving the kibbutz I try to understand what I could compare this piece of land populated by humans in the middle of nowhere, perhaps a cross between a city 'Klondike twenty years later, when the Soviets never heard the news and the Soviet Union' collapsed, a tourist village abandoned tourists 'cause one day and' gone to sea.

How Big Were Your Boobs When You Were 14

8 / 08 - But the Palestinians Dream of Electric Sheep?

For Akko still meet people, other Italians, who come from the West Bank and fill me with fresh stories, first hand.
enough, I have to get back on my journey to Jerusalem and from there try to visit Ramallah, Nablus, Jenin, Jericho, Hebron ...
Akko, sweet, beautiful, charming city, farewell, tomorrow I head to foot to Nazareth (which is approximately 45 km), I'll stop ' probably Iblin, halfway.
But before leaving the Mediterranean coast, where it is impossible to really think about that somewhere else, Jews and Muslims (and Christians all `at) is massacrino each other, I want to tell something of Haifa, and came back two days.
Haifa is from `the other side of the Gulf on all` I'm in now, from the port of Acre, the city with its skyscrapers built on top of the hill you can see well. The town is lively and cute, but is famous because of the shrine of the Baha `i religion Baha `i` a new monotheism, which claims to replace the other three previous all-absorbing aspects of the sacred texts, prophets, some principles, as did the then cristinesimo l `Islam. It is founded in 1800 by a visionary Persian that has nothing to do with the Holy Land, EXCEPT ', having been jailed and exiled because of his views were too modern ships prior to rot in Istanbul, then in the prisons of Akko, which is dead. Akko by his followers brought the body to Haifa because it was `c` a better view of the sea (I assume) to honor what they have built is called "the most beautiful garden in the Middle East." Not bad actually, I confirm: 18 treated terraces have to take the last blade of grass, which descend from the hill sloping down almost to the sea.
What's more funny is that according to this founder was forbidden to live in the Holy Land, because it is holy ` a desecration. The segueci of Bahaism (6 million worldwide) strictly comply with these instructions: they are for limited periods in rotation, so manialcale to take care of the garden and the tomb. In short, we live in the Holy Land one Baha `i: the founder. Dead.

Israle My second night I walked to the tortuous paths of Haifa, suddenly empty, dark and rather sinister to say the truth, full of ugly mugs crouched in the shade definitely ready to kill for 10 schekel.
But I had to find something to eat!
You will see the only place that was still open sandwiches and trovatomi holding something huge that could not be swallowed in its entirety, I searched places to eat quietly.
L `intuition, defying fears and prejudices, has led me to sit on a bench, in the famous dark alley, where 4 of these" ugly mugs "discussing whether to cut my throat or shoot me in the stomach.
Ameer, Tamer, Morad, Aisa.
We talked for two hours like old friends, burned with curiosity mutual telling and joking around a lot, doing word games, teaching songs, smoking hookah in turn the smell.
Morad, the more young, has twenty years', he says: "Why in Italy are all quiet? My cuigino studied in Italy and tells me that the people is always relaxed."
'm really curious to explore this new vision of Italian ...
"Here are all bad-more-no, not all of 50 and 50. They kill, steal, there is` the Mafia. In Haifa and is more comfortable but `we` good `. Look, I'm Christian, he is a Christian, and he himself are Muslims. We're friends, we come here every night, talk, smoke. All gioprni after work. We live in the same alley. Why should there be problems? Hence, the only problem has been in 2006 when Lebanon launch Katyusha rockets on Haifa, a rocket is dropped next to my house ... BOOM! "
"I would go to work in the United States, if I could," this is invce Ameer.
"Why the other hand, there are problems between Jews and musulamni?" I dare to ask.
Tuomi, what brought the hookah, responds to all: "I do not know."
Then everyone remains silent for a while.
The few words of Tuomi and the silence that follows, I consider them a satisfactory answer. Indeed, the best that I can receive.
I had to come here to hear this wise response, to meet these poor Arabs, curious, born in this city where they will die without ever being released.

Then go to kids, and for some tortuous streets like these, we end up talking about "donkey and transformation." At this point I ask if they know the story of Pinocchio. The CONOS. `The argument touches them in an indescribable way and instinctive; heats. D become a true human being, to become animal, and the reality, the `illusion ...
ponder: their day to day life in a stagnant condition limbic, isolated from the rest of the world-from the rest of the Arab world.
Such a condition of powerlessness: they see every day make decisions on their head, against them, even if only symbolically, as in the story of Jesus' Akko, or with daily reports of casualties in the occupied territories that might affect the their relatives. And they can not invoke anything. Can attach only to a vague and ineffective international outrage, which in 50 years did not lead to anything, with all UN resolutions by the various Israeli governments regularly violated, and no repercussions. (I'm not saying that Arafat is not to blame and `RESPONSIBILITY, quiet!, but that is another story). A condition
SO suspended and unfinished which makes me think of a Pinocchio stuck in mid transformation - still half wood, half a man already, and now that it `does not go forward nor back`. As surrogates of
PKDick.
And, more or less as in the case of all `` androids, living, dying, the `kill, let live, the sense of wonder, the tragedy, the rescue someone, the loss of his father or brother , so things are contiguous, separated by a `weak boundary so that one of these androids might be imprisoned in a single day to pass through them all, and another, stunned by the roar of History passes over with the force of a tank, it could happen to confodere `s one thing for another, tragically, death with life.

Ok, I apologize for the rhetoric, is out of hand too. But already here in the west coast, "paradise of coexistence between Jews and Arabs," what I see, what I hear tell, is touching me deeply.
I see their eyes, you see, I speak with them. Something always gets mistaken for, and in time to greet us, with these four guys from Haifa 4, with the 3 I knew in two days in Akko, c `and` I see a spark in their eyes, extend a handshake to that split second that can not go to bed and start to think about all `other.