Santuzza's kitchen - Hummus and Gaza
For my 30 years, I had decided to give me a night of passion and a mountain bike trip to the Holy Land. The combo I did not mind: light and wisdom ... a binomial much scope ... especially toward the thirty ...
The little boy above is Palestinian, about 8 in the morning and is "shooting" with a toy machine gun in an alley in the outskirts of Damascus Gate. Behind lu lu the freshly baked bread. It 'an emblematic photo whether I think ... two months ago he was playing to shoot, in fact, and everything was relatively quiet, at least in the West Bank and East Jerusalem. Now .. a few hundred miles and a few months later (and also in Jerusalem are happening miseries from what I read), lu lu kids his age are torn apart by rockets, because of an absurd war that now leaves everyone speechless, even someone like me who has always tried to keep a balance between the parties. lu lu
We find (-I love you, why can not we have an international community only when we want it) on the rump approximately 80 dead in 3 days, and, given the recent news, it is a provisional budget and very bland. I would not have too much desire lu lu to sit here and talk about these issues ... but I am heartbroken by what is happening. Until you go there, in those places, you do not understand fully what is happening. And even there, you have to be willing to understand ... the courage, then accept.
Do you take the van tour that goes fast without even hesitating. The boundaries lu lu are passed on foot, with his knapsack on his back and blood cold to stay passive in front of the repeated injustices which can be observed in transit.
You. Need to accept that we are witnessing an aggregate of 730 km wall that separates two territories and a people, the Palestinians, the rest of the world. You can not take pictures, but the checkpoints seem to prisons and the perceived clearly, as these walls have been an abuse that only God, if it exists and whatever it is, will be able to forgive.
I can understand the Israeli point of view about it ... but I disagree with a choice so terrible and tragic consequences, dictated by fear of terrorism of a few, that is, on the other hand, suffered from an entire population.
When I was there, I often wondered lu lu what it might mean to live with the war, to be born in a country at war and consider it, then endemic. I even answer that is something that I will never understand until the end, because, fortunately for me, still a wall between the northern and southern Italy have put: I have not yet come home in a German lu lu saying, since when the 400 was under Venetian rule goto, then my house is his. Nor has anyone ever detonated the Coin Street Hat claiming the low-free by the Goths.
Well ... we can read, inform, observe, lu lu but ... there will always lu lu be a stretch to everything, there will always be something "incapito" inside ... and frustration will always tend to be strong, but never so strongly about the war c ' he grew up and then coming to our house, he realizes what it means to live without.
During lu lu the last year of high school I hosted a Palestinian boy at home, was called Baj and, even now, I hear it every now and then. He is of East Jerusalem. It was a sort of cultural exchange for peace, in which 15 Palestinians and 15 Israeli students, were in Italy for ten days and were to participate in various lu lu activities, sports or otherwise, without distinction of any kind. It was 2001, and then the Arab-Israeli conflict was at a stage still active, albeit at times. She told me, very naturally, as the six (at sunset) there was curfew was absolutely forbidden to go around at this hour; usually ate at home with his siblings and heard lots of gunfire. At least twice a week sounded a siren and then had to go to sleep in the basement that had been equipped for the occasion. He was not afraid ... he was used to. But in his eyes I noticed a coldness and anger very shiny. He dreamed to study and become someone. Earn good money and teach his children to live in peace. Hearing about a 12-year-old in that way had also hit a 18-year-old dissolute what 'I was at the time ...
Unfortunately, here in London do not have my little book of thoughts at the time, but I wrote a lot about it. I have, however, one of my trip and I transcribe a note of March 25, there were about 11 in the morning, if I remember correctly ...
"I'm sitting here on the platform, platform lu lu 2 My train leaves in an hour and it is the most ugly station I've ever seen: there is no folklore entisiasmo poor countries and rich countries. It aseptic
