Meeting people who have managed to get through the closure and encirclement against all odds to bring food for the hungry, meeting this dedication of fathers to their children, is to understand a bit of something that is stronger than fear and rifles.
Seeing another home which the army demolished is to see the blossoms of hatred.
Not deterrence nor remorse.
Between the olive and the fig trees an upper floor, torn open, shouts hatred and revenge.
Hatred and revenge is also spoken by the road to the home.
An unpaved road, of trodden dirt and dust and garbage,
a road along which bubbling sewage flows.
And there is no chance for hope to fill 4.5 year-old Marmariya’s little heart, in Balata refugee camp, who travels every day to undergo treatment at Augusta Victoria Hospital, East Jerusalem.
Marmariya passes her days traveling and waiting, for a treatment that lasts no more than 5-6 minutes. Travel and more waiting, thus from morning to evening.
For because of the restrictions imposed by the sovereign upon the Palestinian health system in the West Bank and the Gaza Strip, in all of Palestine there is not a single piece of equipment for radiation treatment of cancer patients.