Peace
Trees Project, El Khader, June 12th, 2005
Dear
Friend,
Nightlife
at the airport in Amsterdam is special. An endless row of, mostly young,
people come in to get onto a flight to the Mediterranean area. All of
them dressed as if they are already at the beach at which they hope
to arrive in maybe six hours from now.
Only
those who fly with one of the charter airlines can check in. All others
still have to wait. And for those the only real option is find a place
on the ground. The available chairs are no good for anyone who wants
to get some sleep: there is just no way you could lay down on more then
one chair at the time.
Oh well, even a long night like this comes to an end. And then the two
flights: the first to Vienna, the second to Tel, Aviv. As always, there
is nothing to tell about the flights: it is nothing but sitting back
and be bored.
Getting
to Tel Aviv brought back memories of lengthy interrogations. But it
was nothing like that this time. I could walk through just like that:
no more then the question what brought me to Israel twice.
I
was supposed to meet a friend, Ursel, from Germany that arrived an hour
earlier. But she wasn't there and after waiting for an hour and a half
I decided to travel further on my own. There is a great minibus service
from the airport to Jerusalem. And they drop you off where ever you
want to go: even if your destination is the military checkpoint between
Jerusalem and Bethlehem. And the price is only about €10,-.
Then
the short walk through the checkpoint (they never ask any questions
there!) and the surprise because a new element has been installed there:
behind the checkpoint, about two hundred metres into Palestinian area,
there is a brand new wall. As everywhere this wall is nine metres high,
made of solid concrete and very, very ugly.
And
then the last bit of the trip: a last short ride in a taxi to get to
the school. A few things around the school seem new, and people are
still working to improve things even more. And there is Ibrahim: looking
as if he is still enjoying live tremendously. As always he is busy doing
twenty things at the same time. Later that evening I learned he is going
to be a father again; more news on that in the forthcoming days.
A
few hours after my arrival, Ursel finally arrived. It happened to be
her turn to be interrogated upon arrival in the country. They questioned
her for over an hour and a half. The reason for still is a mysterie:
when Ursel asked what it was they were looking for they said that that
was classified information.
Already
quite a group of people is staying at the school. Menno, the volunteer,
has friends visiting him. They invited us to have dinner with them.
We had a great meal that brought back memories about the time I was
still a student.
Greetings,
Harry (and others here)