When Palestinians want to let loose, they're going to do it full throttle. It snowed yesterday and though the whole city shut down, the
shabab were out pelting innocent bystandards with snowballs and I think that by now, as a result of two intifadas, an entire population has accurate aim and a good arm genetically imprinted. I stayed home yesterday but today I ventured out and I didn't even get ten steps into the Manara until I was pelted from above. I screamed in a pretty girlie way which prompted some guy to get out and yell at the kids up above, but he only got pelted in return. It was chaos and I had to walk along hugging the edge of the storefronts to avoid being shot at. Now if they tried to get me from the street level, I'd be ready, but they really had an unfair advantage. I guess they finally deserve it.
So on my way home, I ran into Omar (one of several that I've met while here, but I believe this is my first mention of this one in particular). Since both he and I were in the middle of doing nothing at all, we took a walk around the outskirts of Ramallah and talked about bad American TV (Dr. Phil, Oprah and Inside Edition), Arab nationalism, foreign leftists in Palestine, and role of African Americans in US history. I never really spent a lot of time with Omar but I have to say that today was one of my favorite days here, walking around and taking it easy while the city was out pelting snowballs and making snowmen. Even the
sulta was having a good time.
sulta = Palestinian authority
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