A series of auto-ethnographic tales on the encounter with Palestinians and Bedouins, around Jerusalem, depicting various social, cultural, economical and political aspects of life behind the wall.
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Showing posts with label Bab AlShams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bab AlShams. Show all posts
October 23, 2015
Relaxing, in the arms of the police
"Isn't it lovely? isn't it wonderful?" For long I had pressed Ahmad to do something nice together and after a very tough week for both of us, he surprised me and suggested to go and sit on a mountain.
I thought this was a great idea. There are few places of leisure where we can both go freely, and Ahmad knows how much I favor mountains. Most of the mountains in the Judean desert have hardly any vegetation, but Ahmad took us to Bab AlShams ("the Gate to the Sun). Somehow this mountain catches more rain than others and has lots of trees, perhaps because it is the highest in the area.
Labels:
Al-Za'im,
Bab AlShams,
Bedouin,
friendship,
legal system,
Ma'ale Adumim,
oppression,
police,
settlement,
transportation,
village
Location:
Bab AlShams
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