6/22

Today we arrived in the west bank, a city called Hebron. Hebron is divided by israeli settlements and Palestinian neighborhoods. One of our house mates was showing us around the area, telling us where not to go because there’s a chance we’ll be stoned by israeli children. israeli government will not charge a child with a crime if they are under the age of fourteen. israeli settler children are known to throw rocks and do other violent things to Palestinians and anyone who isn’t jewish.

one of the Palestinian olive groves was torched today and thankfully, my pals and I were able to help put the fire out, even though the field was demolished. The soldiers told us not to help because it is dangerous, so we waited until they left. I’m sure the soldiers wouldn’t mind the fire spreading.

The call to prayer is much louder in this part of the west bank than it was in Ramallah. Tonight I watched Palestinian children kick a basketball around in the street and I smoked Jamal cigarettes on the roof. Hebron is sad and very beautiful. I will post more later, this blog is boring, and I need to eat something.

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