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AL JALAZONE

Al Jalazone Refugee Camp  I  Westbank, Palestine 2013

My first reaction was: "No."

Let me write about any place, any issue any conflict - anything. No problem. 
But I guess there is a problem. It is embarrassing.

My name is Jakob. I’m 34 years old. From Holon. A few years ago, I moved to Jerusalem to study at the Hebrew University. And no matter how much I learn or read, explore and try to make the occupied territory a true story, it is still beyond 
my consciousness, beyond my walls. Physical walls. Mental walls.

Do you remember the scene from the ‘LION KING’, when little Simba ask his father about the dark mountains? His father answer him shortly: “It´s beyond our borders, never go there”.
Creepy sound. Cut. That´s what is on my mind when I try to imagine ‘there’. And ‘there’ is so close. Always. It´s just hard to understand sometimes.

How are they living? Do they have water and electricity? Always? Food? Money? From what are they living?
Sadly, I don’t have any answer. Even not the beginning of one. And if I would try to break the Israeli law and go there, I guess I wouldn’t be a welcome guest.

Even to the Israelis who would want to know much more and get deeper and stop accepting the Israeli narrative as it is - it is not easy, if even possible.
It is a kind of very vicious and sophisticated action by a very oiled system that’s try to divide even those who try to get closer.
And even if I could succeed: I am there, my eyes are seeing, my ears are hearing and my mouth is talking: would I, the person who lived his most mature life in convenient Tel-Aviv, could I understand something about the way of living and the culture of people who have been living for almost 70 years under oppression? 
No, I guess no. I am trying, tough.

Who you are? How was your day? Tell me.


Kobi Bachar-Hambourg
Jerusalem 2016

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