Khan Al Ahmar – E1 Plan

Hussem looks at the life surrounding him: who is speaking vivaciously, who is playing cards, who is dancing, who is drinking tea, who is speaking in front of a camera, answering to journalist and reporters. There is an endless stream of people day and night to not let uncovered the preside at the entrance of the village near the “Rubber Tyre School”, which became Khan al Ahmar symbol after its construction.
Now is nearly evening, and the day passed calmly: no bulldozers, no police, no army, no arrests. Maybe the IDF (Israeli Defence Forces) decided to grant a day of truce to let Khan al Ahmar licks its wounds after yesterday, or maybe they have other things to do.
Hussem gets up from the chair full of sore. He moves under the artificial light of a lamp and pull on the shirt. The bruise on the right hip is becoming bigger, purple and more painful, so that it’s becoming difficult to raise up the arm.

Umm Al Khair – Dangerous neighbors

There is a thud in the middle of the night.
Then another.
Another one.
Some children start to cry. Suddenly we wake up. One by one, adults run outside the house, looking each other still sleepy.
In the meanwhile, shots become stronger, rocks thrown become bigger and reach the first houses and sheepfolds. The village is asleep, scared and tired from nights without sleeping caused by the continuous attacks. At 2 o’clock it starts raining rocks coming from the near settlement. Since weeks.
People are running to the international volunteers’ tent, near the fence which divides the village from the settlement. They run around looking for an answer with tired faces. Someone screams to call the police. A rock nearly strikes an old man. We start to look for the settler, but we enter another time the tent when another rock has been thrown near us. The thuds stop for a while.

Sarura - Sumud Freedom Camp

Hammoudi comes out from the cave and looks at the panorama around him: the sunset paints the hills in purplish color, the wind blows gently spreading the scent of narghile. It seems a magical moment if it were not for the Israeli outpost that arrogantly breaks the harmony of the landscape. The outpost is right in front of Sarura, as if it wanted to make impossible for the Palestinian communities of the area to forget to live under occupation.
Hammoudi’s gaze moves to the cave next door and to what is left of the bathroom built just a bit further, after the Israeli bulldozers demolished it. That’s the third time they’ve put it back together. In the next days they will rebuild it, and probably in a few days, weeks or months, the bulldozers will come back. From the cave next door he hears his uncle’s voice telling the stories about the old village of Sarura, when it was still inhabited by families of shepherds, the same stories that in turn his father told him. The cave was uninhabited for years, the work to settle it up has been long.

Bethlehem/Ramallah - Forbidden roads

Khaled has an exam at the university today. Although Ramallah is not so far from his home, just outside Bethlehem, the alarm clock rings on time at four in the morning. The sun has not risen yet, when he puts on his shoes on and takes his backpack, with few things needed for that day inside.
During the first stretch of road, Khaled repeats to himself the topics of his exam: he chose the law school, a choice that his parents did not immediately understand, and would have preferred something else, but which he is now bringing to a conclusion. Another year, and he will finally have a degree in hand, Khaled repeats, between one definition of law and another. Just another year, and I will finally have a law degree, Khaled repeats himself, between one definition and another of law.
When he arrives on the main road, the first two services (bus) pass, but they are full. Workers, students, anyone who moves at that hour, to find a service is never easy. He should have booked in advance, when the small orange van finally pulls over and picks him up.