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Nazareth 25th September 2006
The day started after 10 hour sleep and I had to do my laundry, manually… took me some time and when I was finished I went to the office to start typing my report in the computer. I was feeling much better today; the storm in my brain and in my soul was calmer. At least the lightning and thunders seemed to be gone and the rain was not so heavy anymore…
It was good to start typing in the computer about the last few days. It organized my thoughts, made me remember all the moments I had been through and made me reflect a lot. Now that I had the time I could calmly think about the situation of those people, the causes and consequences of my actions, the things I learned, the take home message and more important, how could I pass this message to other people. This task is not that easy as it might seem! It is hard to put in words not only the conditions and lifestyle of people in the West Bank but also all the emotions that one feels by living the Palestinian lifestyle. "One image is worth on thousand words" and this saying applies to this situation more than anything I ever seen in my life.
[I think that part the problem resides in the subjectivity of the concepts. Things I was used to in my western European lifestyle, the way I prioritized things, certain concepts, certain values… all these things changed here! They had to. Here people fight for basic needs, things that I always had for granted… stress and anxiety will never have the same meaning to me, some values grew while others faded because I lived and I experienced other things here. Life itself gained another meaning; it is like if I reached another level.
A lot of words in my dictionary gained a special or completely different meaning. Words and concepts that for the western people will continue to be just abstract concepts even if I try to explain or picture it to them, because they never experienced what in part I and these people that live here do. But it is worth a try. These suffering people are worth it!]
Between hours and hours of typing it was time to meet Ana so I left the office and went to Bayat café, our meeting point. After half an hour she arrived and we headed to Alreda where we had Hummus and talked a lot about volunteering and the difficulties that volunteers face. She has been doing this for 2 years now and she wants to pursue a career in the field.
The day started after 10 hour sleep and I had to do my laundry, manually… took me some time and when I was finished I went to the office to start typing my report in the computer. I was feeling much better today; the storm in my brain and in my soul was calmer. At least the lightning and thunders seemed to be gone and the rain was not so heavy anymore…
It was good to start typing in the computer about the last few days. It organized my thoughts, made me remember all the moments I had been through and made me reflect a lot. Now that I had the time I could calmly think about the situation of those people, the causes and consequences of my actions, the things I learned, the take home message and more important, how could I pass this message to other people. This task is not that easy as it might seem! It is hard to put in words not only the conditions and lifestyle of people in the West Bank but also all the emotions that one feels by living the Palestinian lifestyle. "One image is worth on thousand words" and this saying applies to this situation more than anything I ever seen in my life.
[I think that part the problem resides in the subjectivity of the concepts. Things I was used to in my western European lifestyle, the way I prioritized things, certain concepts, certain values… all these things changed here! They had to. Here people fight for basic needs, things that I always had for granted… stress and anxiety will never have the same meaning to me, some values grew while others faded because I lived and I experienced other things here. Life itself gained another meaning; it is like if I reached another level.
A lot of words in my dictionary gained a special or completely different meaning. Words and concepts that for the western people will continue to be just abstract concepts even if I try to explain or picture it to them, because they never experienced what in part I and these people that live here do. But it is worth a try. These suffering people are worth it!]
Between hours and hours of typing it was time to meet Ana so I left the office and went to Bayat café, our meeting point. After half an hour she arrived and we headed to Alreda where we had Hummus and talked a lot about volunteering and the difficulties that volunteers face. She has been doing this for 2 years now and she wants to pursue a career in the field.
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