On Saturday I flew back home to Canada. Its been a crazy few months to say the least. As I was getting ready for airport security, I started sorting through some of my photos. Here are some of the pictures that didn’t quite fit into any other post.
The wall in Qalqiliya, To Exist is to Resist: The tree tops that can be seen on the other side of the wall in this photo hide the concrete eyesore from those who are driving on the Israeli highway just on the other side. Out of sight is out of mind.
Qalqiliya is a Palestinian city surrounded on three sides by the wall.
A new neighbourhood of settlement houses on Palestinian land, empty and ready for move in.
These signs are everywhere, on so many Palestinian roads. The common response from many of the people I met here is “We don’t need aid. We need respect”.
Breakfast with Afaf, a retired school teacher and an incredibly strong, lovely and inspiring Palestinian woman.
I’m riding a donkey!
Rural traffic jam.
Street art in Bethlehem.
Farmers gathered around an early morning fire, waiting for the gates to open.
Hanna Amer’s home was cut off from the rest of his village with the construction of the separation barrier in the early 2000s. After a long standing legal battler he won a key that opens his very own door in the wall, allowing him to move between his village and his home. He lives in close proximity settlers who he says are often violent towards him and his growing family, and under the constant surveillance of Israeli authorities.
The view of the wall from Hanna Amer’s house.
This is Dr. Sami Khadr with Jack the baby baboon at the only zoo in Palestine. The Qalqiliya Zoo, and some of its animals have survived two intifadas. Dr. Sami tells stories of sneaking into the zoo late at night to feed his animals when access was restricted. He has lost zebras to tear gas poisoning and two of his giraffes in the chaos of a shooting. When baby baboons like Jack are born, Dr. Sami raises them in his own home until they are 3 months old.
The zoo in Qalqiliya.
One of the men from Kafr Qaddum holding bullet casings and rubber bullets left behind by Israeli soldiers the day before.
Tear gas canisters after the weekly Friday demonstrations in Kafr Qaddum.
Broken windows that we’re told are the result of tear gas canisters being shot into Palestinian homes in Kafr Qaddum.
Emmi, Peggy and I in front of our house in Jayyus 🙂
On my birthday this year I spent my morning with a class of kindergarteners in Azzun Atma. Here is one of the boys in the class with his drawing of a house, the sun, and a military jeep.
A jeep and the separation wall.
Flowers and a military jeep.
Later that day, I arrived in beautiful Tel Aviv. Just an hour’s car ride away.
Neve Shalom – Wahat al-Salam – Oasis of Peace. A shared Jewish and Palestinian community in Israel. (http://wasns.org/
Signs you find in Hebron.
A vacated Palestinian building on Shuhada St., Hebron.
Soldiers in training march past our tour.
Kids walk to school past soldiers and settlers on Shuhada St., Hebron.
Jerusalem old city walls.
Nkosi, Emmi and Fenna supporting the demonstration.
Women in Black is a movement of women committed to peace with justice and actively opposed to injustice, war, militarism and other forms of violence. Every Friday in Jerusalem and in cities across Israel, Israeli women (and sometimes men) stand in peaceful protest with signs that say “stop the occupation”.
His sign says “Stop the Occupation” in Hebrew
On this particular Friday, quite a large counter-demonstration formed. Their signs say things like “Israel belongs to us”, “This is our land”, and “The occupation doesn’t exist”.
An Israeli military jeep surveilling a Palestinian schoolyard near Yanoun.
Jerusalem at Christmas time.
A Christmas tree in Bethlehem decorated with sound bombs and tear gas canisters.