more than just one.. or two

I know that you think that I'm in another world over here, but in fact, I'm in quite a few other worlds, and I'm not talking about Areas A, B or C. Forget the other side of the green line (or the wall) for now. Yesterday, I had the uncomfortable pleasure of visiting two worlds just about 15 minutes apart from each other. I had an afternoon coffee and a sickly sweet "juice" at Jalazone refugee camp after interviewing a man about his two sons in Israeli prisons, followed by a big banquet dinner in Al-Tireh celebrating the inauguration of the Second Riwaq Biennale. I don't have any pics of the banquet, but think of white linen tablecloths and more knives, forks and glasses than you really truly need. I'd ask "how did this happen?" but well you know... and if you don't, it's more than I can really get into right now. I'll try to think about an intelligent way to explain how this fancy shmancy restaurant came about, till then, check out this nice piece of info from the United Nations archive. It may have been a whole 59 years since that good-for-nothing passage of UN Resolution 194, but those three numbers are on the tips of everyone's tongues at Jalazone. Check out #11 and you'll see what the fuss is about.