It’s been 71 years.
There’s not much sign of improvement here. Perhaps a new tactic is to give up and give in.
The Palestinians we met were in the 2nd and sometimes 3rd generation of living in exile. When asked about the solution… it seemed that all else is failing. The government are getting stricter. More restrictions. More sanctions. Increased difficulties in travelling around and movement. The odds are stacked up and every form of resistance is becoming more and more futile... save for one… the very virtue of existence.
The last stand.
We heard the phrase “Our is existence is resistance”... and we witness beautiful acts of such resistance… resistance in the form of an ancient Palestinian dance called ‘Dabke’, in the form of theatre groups telling stories, of music, of acrobatics… and even of conservation. We visited a farm called The Tent of Nations and the main conservationist said: “we need to be creative… we would love to have a school here but we can’t build, but what if we had a school that was moveable and on wheels”.
Here I witnessed acts and ideas of beautiful resistance. And what a beauty they were too.
Mesmerising.
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