Soundscapes of Palestine on the sea bounce through your earbuds, conjuring scenes from the Karmel Market; the old mayor sitting in a bustling coffee shop (my imagined version was in fes and suit jacket), the owner fiddling with the dial on the new radio as passersby lingered to hear the latest news broadcast by Radio Palestine.
An update on the path of the wall
So, in Egypt, they said, there was a revolution going on. Having watched the 25 days from the edge of a news-room seat, it was finally time to hop a bus south to Cairo, where heated debate about the nature of revolution seemed everywhere. Even on the walls.
When I came back into town all sweaty and dusty from flying a kite up by the separation wall, my kite-flying compatriot and I ran into an acquaintance, who had been to Bethlehem before, and was relatively well informed about the whole thing. When we said we’d been flying a kite at the wall construction site though, he said:
After discovering I’ll likely be stranded in the Middle East without a passport for the next month, my beloved Jerusalem once again dolled out a delightful surprise Wednesday, and I stumbled upon part of the Glenn Beck rally at the Israeli municipal buildings.
The first time I entered Bethlehem from what has come to be known as ‘checkpoint 300,’ I must say I got a bit nervous as to what might be on the other side. The infrastructure was absolutely massive.
Nosing around an abandoned caravan in a Jewish-only settlement in the occupied West Bank of Palestine — a settlement that was built on confiscated land and was once used to be home to a camp for lost boys, but had been closed down because of abuse allegations (right? wrap your head around that for a second) — I found a bright but dusty Charlie Brown book for kids.