Nablus, Westbank. 
a boy was waving from the little window, he was maybe 2 years old. We waved for 9-10 seconds.
In the picture above we see posters to honor the (Palestanien) marters, we see posters every few meters.
In the cultural centre of Nablus we worked one day with kids from the camp, where 11.000 people live on 700m2 ground. That's why the streets are so narrow (pic).
We made music together, performed together... and suddenly you feel connection is more important then good western quality results. Hartwarming to see these kids with such openness and graditude. How relieving for us to not be busy with scoring for ourselfs, but with people.
We asked a boy on the street to get us some drinks and we give him 10 Sjekel. He came back with 5 cans and 5 Sjekel. "Here take the 5 Sjekel (1 euro)"
But he did not know what we ment, he did not want it.
My mind is used to think that people want something when they speak to you. Not here. They really just say hi, or welcome, or "what's your name". No matter how poor or rich. Offcourse there are acceptions, mostly when you walk in some touristic centre.
It's so chaotic. Everybody just walks in and out. I'm really not used to that. I can not put my stones together, during the performance, but it's ok. It's not about results, really not. No. No problem check.
Falafal goes in very easely, but it's difficult to get out.
Luckely that gave me time to think a little, and i had a nice idea for that night:
He speaks Arabic in my ear, and I (without any Arabic soundrecognission abbility) send it to the public. Seriously funny. Me trying to say the next text in Arabic that is.... (because my partner uses me as a puppet, a mouth)
"There are many ways to communicate. I like to speak with my heart, because it is difficult to speak with the mouth. I don't know what i'm saying, but I trust this guy, he's ok.... he's very ok!! But i'm ok too and all of you are ok, peace!"
Where there is smoke, there is fire. But I never know what the fire is. These days we saw and heared a lot of smoke and blasts / the checkpoints for the westbank are heavy metal / the tensions in the streets are touching the hairs in my neck > but still, that's just one reality out of many.
(and still, I'm so thankfull for the luxurious problems in my daily life at home)
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