Posted by Pia på måndag 9 juli 2007
Everyday in Palestine I listen to people’s struggles coping with the different faces of occupation. I see and hear about new ways of harassing human beings. Still, that’s not all there is about this place.
I met a guy in Ramallah who had big news, he had finally gotten everything organised to move to his new wife in London. (Which in turn could lead him to obtain an EU passport, which could give him rights that he as a Palestinian doesn’t have) But he was not just happy about this. He says he will miss Palestine, and this is why: In Europe, he told me, you work all week and get home late, waiting for the weekend, when you have to make the most of it, drinking, seeing people or whatever. In Palestine, it’s normal to finish work at 2 pm. After that it’s common to take a rest for an hour or two, eat a snack, and then you have all night to do something else. ”You celebrate weekends, we celebrate dayends”. And he is SO right. Ever since I came I have not managed to stay in one single night. If we don’t go to somebody’s home, we meet up for coffee, go people-watching in the mall, or just stroll the crowded Ramallah streets filled with children, parents, falafel vendors, and the smell of fruits and spices. At 9 or 10 pm, we go home and eat a dinner of pita bread with hummus, labbaneh, tabbouleh, olives, tomatos, white cheese and herbs.