what's the point?

This question is one that comes up quite often. It feels like everyone around here is just running around making themselves crazy putting band-aids on what really needs some serious medical attention. So I guess I should just admit that I'm not really here to "help" and I'm still thinking about the best way to answer that question. If anyone in my position has figured out the answer, I'd really welcome your comments. Til then, you should know that I'm here for purely selfish reasons. I love being in Palestine.. ok not miye bil miye, but in general... I really do. Perhaps I'll count the ways in future posts since the absurd mix of positive energy, pessimism, suspicion, and general fun makes it hard to put it all down.

And not to be too touchy feely, but I'd like to end today's post with a few photos of some kiddies that I've met while I've been here.

glossary: miye bil miye = one hundred percent


A bit of a mural at Dheisheh. I accompanied Danielle there yesterday to help finish what Rosi -- who I kinda sorta know through my Arabic class -- started via Shiraa . Hi there Rosi.. incase you're reading this...




Amani and Hidayya (and a little one who I don't know) with the fancy audio recorder post-interview with Umm Walid in her family's "home" in Jalazone. Umm Walid spoke about life in Beit Nabala before '48.. part of an ongoing project whereby kids interview their elders about life way back when. Hopefully I'll get it together soon and post some excerpts.

Oh and before I go... just a few tidbits for the future.

I may be counted in the Palestinian Authority's census.
I met the grandmother of one of my 11th grade troublemakers on a bus.
If I don't say so myself, I'm getting good at making musaqqaʿa. I can't wait to make it for my American buddies back home.