Yesterday I was in a village named Walaja at a UNRWA (United Nations Relief and Works Agency for the Near East - see the link on the side) school. A group of international and palestinian volunteers and I were painting the outside walls of the school and those of the school's basketball court. It was fun. There is something about working at a school that is somehow satisfying. I will say however, working at the school meant I had to ditch my work in Housan, and while I do feel a little bit bad about that, I figure they were going to pull people away from the other villages to paint the school regardless... and I'm not here long enough to form any real relationships with anyone.
Anyway, our group had a lot of fun. One of the Palestinian volunteers, named Fawaz, is generally cracking jokes every two minutes, so being around him is an experience. We were annoying the poor bus drivers to death by pulling the stop chord every two minutes to make the beeping noise, but everyone seemed to get a kick out of it, so I guess it was worth it.
Last night we went to a presentation on the Right of Return. It was in Arabic, and the English translation was rather quiet, so I didn't catch most of it. Apparently the discussion was chaired by a former minister in the Palestinian Authority, and he mainly focused on the idea that there was not a general consensus on how to address this issue, but everyone agrees that Palestinians should have the right to return to their land.
Afterwards, we had a birthday party for Fawaz and another volunteer named Beth. It was a lot of fun. We all got to bed rather late and were exhausted.
Today, we've been traveling around Bethlehem doing the tourist thing. It got to be a little too hot for me, so I decided it would be better to take a break and go inside for a bit (Besides, I've run out of disposable cameras, so I can't take anymore pictures for y'all). Otherwise, we went to the Church of the Nativity and saw Solomon's pools and to a monestary that I believe is on the west side of the city.
Tomorrow I am likely going back to the school in Walaja with Beth, cause she wants to finish a painting she was working on, on one of the walls of the basketball court. After that we're going to join the rest of the camp in working with the Israel Coaltion Against Home Demolitions (ICHAD - see link on the sidebar) to rebuild a home that was destroyed by an Israeli bulldozer.
I guess I have a lot of feelings about everything that is going on here. In a lot of ways there is little I can do for the people, and though expected, that is still rather discouraging. Secondly, I am the only person who is living in the United States who is at the camp. Obviously, we're disproportionately responsible for what's happening here, so sometimes it sort of sucks because if there is going to be any change, our government is going to have to play a large part in it. I think you see where I'm going. It would have been nice if Mike had made it past passport control, but I guess its best that things worked out the way they did.
Otherwise... I guess I could write some more about Nahalin. We visited three families there, actually there are only two families with many different households. The first family we visited had lost three hundred olive trees due to attacks and land confiscation from a nearby settlement named Betar Illit. It's funny actually, because Betar Illit is so huge that Nahalin is totally dwarfed by it. The father of this family wasn't too impressed with us, he asked us what we were doing in the village and told us we were wasting our time. He explained that there are four settlements, possibly six, around the village already, and it was surrounded by an electric fence that had a gate at the village's only road. We asked about the wall, and the family seemed to think that the village would be on the west (Israeli) side of the wall, but there would be special provisions for travel to Bethlehem. The family also told us that the wall will snake beneath a hill where the village's two schools are located (one for boys and one for girls) and might disrupt students' travel to and from school. We also learned that there had been a play at one of the schools about the occupation, and when the Israelis heard of this, they confiscated all of the children's costumes and props.
Otherwise, I think I explained about the economic situation briefly in a previous post, but I will add this, since its impossible to sell crops at a reasonable price and extremely difficult to transport crops to market, many people in Nahalin have been forced to seek permission to work in Israeli to alleviate economic hardship. However, since the beginning of the second intifada, getting permits to work in Israel is nearly impossible. Agriculture is further adversely impacted by settlers throwing sewage on Nahalin's fields, and polluting natural springs in the area. The family also reported that several years ago there used to be two or three natural springs in the area that provided the village with water, but these have been either drained or polluted by the Israeli settlers. Thus, the village has no option other than to buy water from the Israelis. (Briefly, a fun fact is that Israeli controls approximately two-thirds of the water in the West Bank).
Furthermore, the second family we talked with, shared that ninety percent of the population of Nahalin lives below the poverty line. The father of the family explained that he could not pay his water bill.
If all of this is not enough, we were also told by the second family that the Israelis cut electricity to the village on a somewhat regular basis.
Anyway, now you have a little taste of what is going on here. I'll have to fill you in on the rest later, 'cause I need to leave again.