The sky is on fire over the Holy Land

So I decided to go over to the Other Side. I had a friend that I met in Dunhuang last summer who lives in Tel Aviv, so I took the opportunity to visit him. I also have a cousin – or the cousin of my father – who lives next to Tel Aviv, in Erzliya (a rich upscale neighborhood). It would have been sad to not see both sides of a conflict.

My first impression about Tel Aviv was “where are the old people?” It’s actually amazing: there is almost no one over 35 years old!!! That city is incredibly cool, actually! There are thousands of nice trendy cafes where I had great food, organic stuff, cappuccinos, glass of nice wine and etc… Actually now that I’m writing I remember some guys I met in Ramallah who swore only by Tel Aviv for the party scene. That city has a really great vibe! It’s quite strange to arrive there coming not only from the Middle East, but also just coming from Jerusalem with its cops and guns and security fences everywhere. Once you pass the bus terminal’s last checkpoint, and you actually get in Tel Aviv, it’s just another world!

This led me to another thought: it’s like a bubble! People here enjoy themselves while doing their best to ignore The Other! And actually it’s even worse than that, because when they stop ignoring The Other it’s only to build up their prejudiced preconceptions! It struck me when I visited my extended family. We went to a dinner organized by another uncle, and the discussion kept coming back on the conclusion that “they don’t want peace, over there.” That particular idea struck me because interestingly enough I heard the same in Ramallah in Cafe La Vie when I was discussing for the zillion time the conflict: “they don’t want peace, bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla bla…” How funny, isn’t it?

Anyways, then I went back to Jerusalem because I learned that I had a friend studying there. After spending a couple of days I realized one thing: how can people can live like that? Everyone live in constant fear, with a constant threat, and are constantly surrounded with machine guns and military people running around. It’s a fucked up country, that’s what it is! And that led me to another [brilliant] thought: how can people be so stuck ed up with their issues! Ok, the good old “stop war, make love” thingee is maybe a bit cliche, but I think that still ought of be applied a little bit more to people’s lifelong deep philosophy! It’s a crazy world, that is. STOP THE WAR!!!!!!

I had one little epiphany one night, though. We went to Lifta (لفتا‎, מי נפתוח),  this abandoned Palestinian village in Jerusalem where people were chased out during the 1948 war and no one came back. There was this party organized, so we stayed up making barbecue and drinking beer around the fire until early morning, mostly with students in masters studies in Middle East, so we had plenty of discussions. But then, at around 03h37 a.m. came those two orthodox Jews who just settled down in the same terrace as where we were and started to play flamenco/orthodox amazing guitar music! They played on for hours this slow yet captivating melody, singing about love and all different things in life. Then I had the very elaborated thought: wowowiwow!

That night my hope for human race went up a little bit.

Well well, it has been quite a while since I wrote on this damn blog. Last time was about Damascus, in Syria; and since then nothing. Total blackout. Sometimes we feel uninspired, us – human. So today I decided to be active again, and write about the last part of my Middle East trip that ended in Cairo.

Thus, leaving Damascus after Christmas, I put myself on the road again and went straight to Jerusalem, via Amman. Small advice here: for people who want to enter Israel or the West Bank without getting the compromising Israeli stamp on the passport, the solution is to enter via the King Hussein bridge (or in Arabic جسر الملك حسين‎, Jisr al-Malek Hussein, or again in Hebrew גשר אלנבי‎, Gesher Alenbi) sometimes called Allenbi bridge. It’s all quite an easy process, apart maybe from the fact that the Israeli custom people (mostly 18 year old girls who would rather flirt with other soldiers than do anything) have the instruction to block as many trouble makers as they can. And by trouble makers I mean human right activists, not “terrorists”. So, since I had a Syrian, a Tajik, a Kyrgyz and other crazy stamps they naturally looked at me suspiciously. So it took me 7h to go through this damn check point. Interrogation sessions, waiting for ever without any information about when it would end… Not very nice. So it took my all day to do the 90km or so between Amman and Jerusalem. Some made it faster, but not me; and some were still stuck when I left the place.

So I started my Palestinian experience with Ramallah (رام الله) because I met a crazy Iranian woman who had been traveling for two years; and she had a deal with a hotel. Now, this may sound non-politically correct (and anyways I hate politically correct), but life really isn’t so bad over there. One of my thought was “why do they complain so much?” There are coffee chains like Stars and Bucks, or Costa Cafe where I had great ice capuccino. In the night I went to trendy cafes to enjoy amazing grilled chicken ceasar salad with a  glass of very good Palestinian wine… I would never have expected that over there.

Of course Ramallah is the economic capital of the West Bank, but even when I went to poorer Nablus my impressions were the same: life isn’t so bad! In Syria I though people were much poorer (see my Nablus flickr set here).

But again, this is without considering the fact that in hilly Palestine almost every single hilltop is home to a Jewish settlement, which is guarded by military, which create check points where Palestinians have to queue when taking the road home from work. This clearly must be enraging. It felt like what I imagined to the Crusaders’ times, where they would control and dominate the region from a few fortified strongholds that were on top of the strategic hill – like the Crack des Chevaliers.

And then there is the Qalandia (قلنديا‎) checkpoint, which one must pass through when going to Jerusalem. If someone needs a visa to go abroad he must go to the embassy of that country, which is always in Jerusalem. But without a special ID no one can enter Jerusalem. But even if you are lucky enough to have that special ID, there are more of those 18 year old chicks who are going to decide if you can pass or not. It must be quite enraging to have your fate being decided by a kid. And I’m not even mentioning the fences and barbwire and cameras and guns – guns everywhere – that make one feel like cattle being transported from A to B…

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It has been almost three weeks since Sabrina and I arrived in the Middle East. We have traveled through Syria and Jordan, and tomorrow we should reach the Holy Land for a Holy Week. As I am sitting in the lobby of Palace Hotel in Amman, listening to Telephone (a French 80s band), I thought I should write an entry in the blog of mine.

The Middle East. Since my first experience with travelling in a Muslim country – Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, and later Malaysia – I had been looking forward to finally come in this region, where Islam was born.

However, to tell the truth I was slightly anxious. However culture relativistic, informed and open-minded I try to be, the mainstream media has somehow formatted my perceptions; and deep inside I feared Arabs.

Paradoxically, however, I have never felt that safe (apart maybe from China). In the beginning it seemed kind of strange to being shouted at every five seconds; especially when people are not insulting you but are saying “Welcome to Jordan” with a beaming smile on their faces! People are absolutely amazing! Three weeks in the region have only reinforced this feeling.

In addition, ancient-ruins-like Syria is a gem! There are fantastic sites to explore, with the privilege to be almost alone! Indeed, since the great Bush administration has brilliantly added Syria to the list of the fabled “Axis of Evil”, the tourist industry has plummeted. So while it’s sad for the local tourist industry, it is fantastic for those – like me – who despise the sight of tour buses.