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Showing posts with label Anata. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anata. Show all posts

April 18, 2019

Everything alright?

Raid on Hizma grocery shop, April 16, 2019
Tuesday morning, I got up with quite bad pain in my joints and I could hardly stand on my legs. A few days before, a client told me about the sudden paralysis of her son, and I wondered if I will be paralyzed too, or simply die. I checked with Dr. Google and found out that there were other options regarding my health state. (My family doctor was not available.)

January 04, 2019

My little Palestinian garbage dog


Ahmad and his nephew Tarek, both Palestinian Bedouins, were working on the garbage dump in the Palestinian town 'Anata, when they heard the noise of an animal in distress. Digging through the garbage, they found a puppy, bleeding heavily from its leg. They took it to Dr. Mamoon, the vet, who told them it needs surgery. It got out of surgery with one foot less.

September 19, 2018

The anaconda from Thailand

Looking at corruption, 'Anata, Sept. 2018. 
You never would expect in Thailand an anaconda, the world’s largest snake from South America, which crushes even large animals with its muscles, before swallowing them as a whole. But, always be ready for surprises.

April 24, 2018

Mohammed with the two houses


This is my friend Mohammed. He has half an eye, one wife, two houses and three children. Mohammed is a Palestinian man, 38 years old. He makes his living from a garbage dump on the outskirts of the Palestinian town 'Anata.


Mohammed and sons in front of their house, 'Anata, April 2018

May 27, 2017

Yasser and his razor knife

I'm not a masochist, but I don’t have a problem with Yasser stroking my neck with a razor knife. Yasser has a barber shop in that area of Jerusalem, which is just behind the wall. This is on walking distance from my home; for me it’s easy to get there, and his price is far below what I would have paid elsewhere.

November 01, 2015

Balloons over Palestine

It's my birthday and I had planned to go out and have dinner with my friends, Yasser, Ali & Ahmad, in "our" restaurant in Hizma.



Planning meant that in the early afternoon Ahmad and I had checked with the restaurant that we'll have food and cake this same night. In the present political climate, the only Jewish friend I had dared telling my plan, made me promise to send her a message after returning home safely.