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Friday, April 28, 2017

Last post before I fly home

Friday, April 28, 2017
I'll just post this, mostly as a follow up on the Jordan stuff and then I won't be online till after I get home.
I'm not sick.  Yay!  Maybe those other people got food poisoning from one thing that they ate that didn't.
I was really, really tired today, though.  That Jordan trip was very tiring.  I had breakfast this morning, then went into the old city a little and realized that I was just too tired and needed to sleep some more.  I slept about 2 hours this afternoon.  Viet messaged that she is at her friend's.  So, I take that to mean that she isn't sick either.
I'm trying to get myself all packed up tonight.  I talked to them downstairs about getting to Tel Aviv tomorrow and they said a taxi will be 300 shekels.  That seems fine.  I'll have them call it in the morning.  In hindsight, I should have just not taken the hotel in Tel Aviv and taken a taxi straight from here.  But this will be okay.  I'll have a big breakfast in the morning and then head at around noon.  That Tel Aviv hotel has a happy hour in the evening that is really dinner.  It will work fine.

I'm just really tired and ready to go home and sleep in my own bed.

Jordan

Friday, April 28, 2017
I was only supposed to bring a small bag to Jordan, so I brought my backpack and my purse.  Since there wasn't much space, I didn't bring my iPad or my laptop.  There was also limited wifi, so I've waited till I got back to Jerusalem to write about the Jordan trip.  This will be long since it will cover three days.:
On Tuesday, I needed to be at the Memella hotel for my pick-up at 5:30.  Actually, when I was out walking on Monday, I went past the hotel, but I didn't feel that I wanted to walk there so early in the morning.  It's a very fancy hotel and costs $400 per night, so I wasn't going to stay there.   I asked two different people about getting the taxi there so early in the morning and they just told me to come and ask in the morning.  Someone is always there.  When I went to check out at 5:00, the man at the desk said I should have asked about it the night before.  Sometimes it's difficult to get a taxi so early in the morning.  However, he made a few phone calls and found someone who said he would come in ten minutes.  I also needed to leave my rolling duffle bag at Saint George's.  They have a closet that they lock it in, so that was easy.  The man at the desk really seemed worried about me getting my taxi.  He kept calling to check on it.  The taxi came at 5:15, which was plenty of time since there was no traffic at that time.  It cost 35 shekels.  When I had asked the hotel people for an estimate the night before, they said it might be around 50.  So, I was happy with the 35, but in Nablus a taxi that you have called costs 5 shekels (it's only 2.5 if you flag it on the street)
When I got to the hotel, it turned out that our bus hadn't arrived yet from Tel Aviv.  It picks up some people for the trip from Tel Aviv and then others from Jerusalem.  The bus was very late.  It didn't come until 7:00.  Later, the people who got on at Tel Aviv told us that the bus arrived there late and then the guy needed to collect money from them and he did it in a very inefficient way.  Then, we stopped at some little truckstop place to get some breakfast.  I got a coffee and a pastry.  I actually had already had the same in my hotel room at 4:30.  I never like to go out without coffee and something in my stomach, so I made instant coffee in my hotel room and I had bought a pastry the night before to eat for breakfast.  We got to the border with Jordan at 9:00.  The driver asked the Jerusalem people to pay him then.  He said we needed to pay a border tax of $65.  The website had said $45, so some people were angry.  I just paid the money.  They asked a lot of questions as we left Israel.  There was a guy in front of me in line who was born in Nicaragua, but is an American citizen.  They asked about his grandfather's name, etc.  It was funny because there were two lines and the two border control agents were sitting next to each other in the booth.  Well, the guy's brother was in the other line and ended up at the other agent at the same time.  So, they were giving the same answers!  When they got to me, she asked about my being in Lebanon - Was it for tourism?  Did I like it?  But then she just stamped the back of my visa card.  Next, we got on another bus that drove us about 50 feet.  We got off that bus and went in another building.  They checked our bags there.  As we left, we had to show our passports.  I had taken the visa card out and put it in my wallet.  I always keep it there so I don't lose it.  But they wanted to see that.  They told me to keep the card in my passport.
Then we got on another bus.  It took us to the Jordan border.  That's where we met our guide - the person who would be with us in Jordan.  He told us to give our passports at the counter - with no papers in them, so they wouldn't get lost.  Then we left our passports with the guy.  He stamped them and gave them back to our guide so that he could return them to us on the bus.
Our new guide introduced himself when we were all on the bus.  His name is Bassam.  He was very upset that we were so late arriving and said we would need to hurry to see everything.  Bassam then told us the itinerary for the day and some other little stories  First, we went to Jerash.  Bassam ordered sandwiches for us so they would be ready when we got finished.  Then we went to see the ruins there.   They have some nice Roman ruins.  Much of it had fallen during an earthquake.  The columns have been restored.  Bassam said you might wonder how they know which piece of columns go on top of which others.  The columns were marked so that they would know how to put them together the first time the place was built!!!



The bus drove us to Mount Nebo.  Unfortunately, we arrived after it was closed.  So, the bus made a loop and took us to somewhere just below the site where we were supposed to go.  I would say it was equivalent or even better.  This is supposed to be where Moses looked out over the "promised land"  It was a very nice view of Palestine.

Then we went to Madaba.  Again, we were after the normal visiting hours for the church, but Bassam was able to persuade them to let us in anyway.  The church had mosaics on the floor.  They are nice and fairly well-preserved.  I didn't take any photos of them.  I think I was starting to get too tired.


Next, we needed to get to our hotel, which is very near Petra.  By the time we got to the hotel, it was nearly 10:00.  I was so tired, I could hardly think.  They had a buffet dinner.  I ate, but I would have been happy to just go to bed without dinner.  Whenever I have to get up really early - and I had gotten up at 4:15 to be sure I would get to the Memella Hotel by 5:30 - I can't really sleep the night before because I'm so worried about waking up early.  The hotel room was nice and the bed was huge.  I woke up during the night to blow my nose and realized I had a nosebleed.  I guess it's just too dry.

On Wednesday, we needed to be down to breakfast at 6:30 because we were leaving for Petra at 7.  It's best to get there early before the crowds and the heat.  We are 33 in our group.  That's a little larger than I would prefer, but not bad.  When we got to Petra, Bassam said we should split into two groups.  Those that want to hike all the way up to the monastery should go ahead and go faster because we needed to be at the restaurant for lunch at 1:00.  Over half of the group chose to be the fast hikers.  I stayed with the people who wanted to go more slowly and not hike as high up.  Then, when the others had gone, Bassam asked if we wanted to go another route that very few Petra visitors take.  It takes you through a gorge area.  We were all interested in doing it.  So, we went down that way.  There were lots of loose rocks and places where you had to scramble, so I was being very careful not to fall.





Then we came to a part where you had to kind of scoot between rock formations.


I thought it was easier because you weren't jumping and watching for loose rocks, but there is sand on the rocks and it makes them slippery.  I fell - all the way down on my back and I felt and heard my head clunk on the rock.  The girl behind me said she saw my eyes close and got scared.  I didn't realize my eyes closed, but I know I didn't lose consciousness.  I stayed down for a while though because I wanted to be sure I wouldn't get dizzy and fall again.  Others helped me up.  (I was a little wedged between rock formations.)  My elbows were bleeding.  They said I left my blood on the Petra rocks!  Someone else had antiseptic and band-aids, so we put a band-aid on one of my sores.  I wasn't really worried about my elbows, though.  I was more concerned because I hit my head.  But there were two doctors in our group.  They were telling me what to watch for and everything ended up being fine.  My head is still sore where I hit it, but I didn't get a concussion.  After the fall, I felt very tired and was definitely slower.  We still had several hours to go before we would finish.  A puppy joined our group and followed along with us.


And some goats - but they weren't interested in us.  They just happened to graze where we were.

There was a lot to walk around and see at Petra and it just took forever to walk out.  There are people offering donkey rides, camel rides and buggy rides.  If I had realized how far it was, I would have taken one.  The camels were only going around in a circle though.  Most of those had kids on them.  There were also groups of school children there.





I made it out of Petra just in time for lunch.  We had a nice buffet lunch.  The deal is always that the meals are paid for, but we need to pay for our drinks.  I had lemon with mint and a coffee later.

After lunch, we needed to get on the bus for the drive to Wadi Rum.  These places are always hours apart.  We were supposed to stay in a Bedouin camp.  We were all expecting something very rustic.  The previous night, we were never able to get the wifi to work in the hotel, so we thought we would go two nights with no wifi and even no way to charge our phones in our Bedouin tents.  Well, these were quite fancy tents.  We were assigned two to a tent.  I was with Viet, which was great since she was my favorite person on the trip.  She is from Bakersfield, CA, but her parents immigrated from Vietnam.  She is 27 and just finished Harvard Med School.  The tents had electricity and a lock.  And there was wifi in every part of the camp - even on the mountain.


There was even a very nice pool.  I put my bathing suit on and intended to go in, but the water was too cold.  I think if we had gotten there a little earlier, it would have been nice.
They cooked chicken and lamb in a pit and there were lots of salads, etc on the buffet.  It was a delicious dinner.

The tents look nice at night and the bathroom was just a short walk away.

In the morning, there was a delicious buffet breakfast.  They even made omelets for people and fresh bread.

We took the bus a little ways and then got in pickup trucks with Bedouins driving them.  They drove over the sand to take us to another place where you can walk through rock formations and see some petroglyphs.  In the photo below, that jeep was moving when the driver stood outside for the photo!



Viet is quite a climber and she climbed up on a ledge.  I was still pretty shook up from my fall the day before and didn't want to do anything daring.



Then we got on the bus for Aqaba.  It's a lovely seaside town at the border with Israel.  That is where Bassam is supposed to leave us.  He told us some places to go and then left.  But when a group of us was walking around, he asked us if we wanted to know a nice place to get a cheap lunch.  They had little pizza-type things.  I had a potato one and one that looked like cheese pizza.  (It was called red mozzarella.)  We had a couple hours there, so we looked in the shops.


Then we got on the bus again - with someone else to go to Eilat.  It's another pretty seaside town just across from Aqaba.  We went through the same thing again where we went to the Jordan customs building, then a bus drove us a little way to another building.  They put our luggage through a scanner (once for Jordan and again for Israel).  Then we went to the little booths where they talk to you.  The woman asked if I had been in Israel before and if I had friends or relatives there.  Then she gave me a new 3 month visa card.  So, now I have a visa that's good till July 27!  We all went through and were waiting for the bus.  Then, a girl from our group came over to Viet and me and said that her brother hadn't come out yet.  They stopped him and made him go back.  They are Albanians and were traveling as a family: the two parents and the brother and sister.  They have Swiss passports and the brother was born in Switzerland.  We waited a while and then the person from the tour company came.  When he heard we were still waiting for someone, he said we should get on the bus and go to Eilat and enjoy the beach.  It might take two hours for the guy to come out and he would bring him in his car.  He said this is common.  The sister said they couldn't enjoy the beach and her family would wait for the brother.  The man said only one person could wait because he wouldn't be able to fit the whole family in his car.  But just as the bus was about to pull away, the guy came out.  We all clapped when he got on the bus.
Then we went to the beach at Eilat.  They told us to be ready for pick-up at 8:00.  It was around 4:30. We really would have preferred to just continue on to Jerusalem.  I wondered later if the company builds that time in in case they have to wait for someone at the border.  Anyway, Viet and I ended up hanging out with a group of four fight attendants who travel together.  There was a beach-side restaurant and we went and sat there and ordered drinks.  We figured we could take turns going in the water and space out our orders of things.  Three of us split a bottle of wine.  It felt a lot like being back in the states.  They were playing western music.  Viet said it made her homesick.  She has been traveling since the beginning of February and won't get home till May (for her graduation).  She is going to Vietnam next.  We had fun talking to the flight attendants and hearing their stories.  I wanted to go in the water, but was too interested in hearing what they were saying.  Finally, I went in a little because I wanted to have put my feet in the Red Sea.


Towards the end, some of us ordered food.  We weren't expecting to get to Jerusalem till 11.  One of the guys wasn't feeling well and didn't want to eat.  Then, one woman also went to the bathroom and came back and said that she had vomited.  When we went to the bus at 8:00, we found out that Mark - another friend in the group - was also throwing up.  We were all eating the same things for all meals.
The bus was late, but we finally got going at around 8:30.  When the bus arrived, it was the same guy who had charged the $65.  One guy in our group had contacted the company the day before and they said the charge should be $45.  They started arguing.  I just wanted us to get going.  It didn't get resolved, but we left.  The man who took the money was an additional person.  We also had a driver.  We drove a little way and then they said we had to change buses.  So we got our stuff off one bus and onto another.  (Each time it means putting our bags in that space under the bus.)  Then, we drove a little way and we came to a bus that was stopped horizontally blocking the road!  The two guys got out and talked to the guy and then the bus moved down the road a little.  They said it had been broken down, but that didn't make sense.  We went a little further and stopped at a rest stop.  I got out to go to the bathroom.  I had trouble finding it and went around behind the restaurant.  It turned out that the people who were vomiting had gone there.  And now there was a fourth!  We were getting worried that it would hit all of us.  Viet was saying that it could be food poisoning or norovirus.  I was really hoping not to get norovirus, but also glad I had a one-day cushion so that if I did get sick, I could just stay in my hotel room in Jerusalem for a day.  Viet started to feel sick and asked if I had a plastic bag.  I didn't, but we got one from someone else.  She also asked how much my hotel cost.  She was staying in the dorm for the hospital where she had been working, but the next night would go to stay with a friend.  She said she didn't want to stay at the friend's house if she's sick. It could also have been the motion of the bus and also the  thought of the others being sick.  And then, about 15 minutes after the rest stop, we stopped again and the driver said we had to change buses again!!!  That whole thing was very strange.  Anyway, it was a long drive back to Jerusalem and we didn't get back till 1 AM.  I had thought I would take a taxi, but Viet was going to almost the same place and she thought we should walk.  Another man said it wasn't far to Damascus Gate and the weather was nice, so we walked.  When we got to the Damascus Gate, I needed to turn left and Viet needed to go straight.  So, we were separating and Viet said she was going to call a taxi because she didn't feel she should walk the rest of the way up.  I felt bad.  I was worried that she was sick.  But I went on to my hotel.  When I got there, the gate was locked and I had to ring the bell.  It took a couple times of ringing the bell before someone came.  When I said I had a reservation, he said, "Kathleen?"  I apologized for arriving so late, but he said don't be sorry.  We went in and he said "You wanted the big room."  I wanted just a single room for 2 nights, but I always seem to mess up the reservation at this hotel.
Anyway, that was the end of the night.  I went to sleep right away and hoped I wasn't sick.





















Sunday, April 23, 2017

Back in Jerusalem

Sunday, April 23, 2017
The trip from Nablus went fine.  Ja'far and Saad walked me to the bus station.  There are MANY stairs between my house and the bus station.  They are all downhill, but still with my rolling duffle bag, it would have been difficult without their help.  You can take a service (shared taxi) or a bus to Ramallah.  The difference in price is only about a shekel.  Most people prefer the service.  It's faster.  I think the bus is safer, and, an added bonus on a very hot day, it's air conditioned.  I was expecting it to take 2.5 hours to get to Ramallah.  That's how long it took me to go from Ramallah to Nablus 2 weeks ago, but guess it all depends on traffic.  It took only an hour.  Then I got on a smaller bus/van to Jerusalem.  On the big bus, my bag goes in the cargo area under the bus, but on this one, I had to bring it up on the bus.  It takes up a whole seat.  We went through the checkpoint. Two Israeli soldiers come on the bus. One stands at the front by the driver. The other goes back and checks each person's ID. The guy checking ID came back to the other guy in front holding a pink ID.  It wasn't a passport.  They called someone else on the phone.  In a little while, a woman soldier came on. She took the ID and went to talk to a passenger a few rows back - a blonde woman in her 20's.  The woman said she had forgotten her passport "at home."  When the soldier asked what the ID was, she said it's her Austrian drivers license.  The soldier asked if she was a tourist and she said yes.  (Then how did she leave her passport "home"?)  The soldier told her she can't enter with that.  The Austrian woman acted exasperated and said 'it's 2 hours to go back". Then the soldier just right away said "okay. It's fine.  No problem." and gave her back her ID.  The bus drove a little further and then everyone started getting off.  I waited for everyone else to get off because I knew it would be difficult with my bag, but the driver said, "I will help you" and he carried it off for me.  I thought we would be in Jerusalem and was totally lost.  The driver then pointed out the next bus I should get on.  Apparently, that little one just takes you through the checkpoint. (It's still not a short trip because the vehicles are in line for a long time at the checkpoint.)
I was a little nervous because now I wasn't sure the bus would go to the station I know in Jerusalem (the Arab bus station by the Damascus gate).  The bus picked up quite a few people on the way. A group of boys (at least 10) got on.  The bus was so full that they were all in the aisle.  At first, I couldn't tell whether they were Israeli or Arab, but then they started speaking Arabic.  That reassured me that I was on the right bus.  There was a girl with Down's syndrome sitting in the first seat.  She was taking up the 2 seats.  She got up and tried to give her seat to one of the boys. They had to do a lot of insisting to get her to keep her seats.  I don't think the boys minded standing in the aisle at all, although I moved my backpack so someone could sit next to me and one boy did.  After a while I started seeing familiar streets and recognized right away when we were in the right neighborhood.
This time I am staying at Saint George's Guest House. It's the same place where I went to church on Palm Sunday.  It's also where I stayed 2 years ago with the church group (in the dorm rooms across the courtyard) and where I stayed the first night of this trip.  It's a lovely place.  (Although, two weeks ago, I stayed at the Jerusalem Hotel and I liked it there a lot, too.  They are only about 2 blocks from each other.)
I checked in and as soon as I got wifi, my phone was pinging with messages from Paul and Ja'far - Paul to tell me about the March for Science and Ja'far to say I should text him when I arrive in Jerusalem. I told Ja'far about the Austrian girl who forgot her passport.  He said he had never heard of anyone that stupid.  If a Palestinian did that, the Israelis would put him in prison. (I have heard that from many Palestinians. Israeli law allows them to arrest Palestinians and hold them indefinitely without charges.  Many Palestinians have been imprisoned for years without ever getting an explanation).
Then I went out to get some food. I was really hungry. It was after 2 pm and I hadn't eaten since the bread and hummus I had for breakfast at 8:00.  I went into the old city. Last weekend when I was here, each day I got a shawarma sandwich at a little place that I liked because the owner spoke Arabic with me. The place I went to yesterday was more touristy. The owner spoke English to me and when I asked for shawarma, it was a platter - not a sandwich.  It was healthier - it came with salad and the bread was on the side, so the meat was a nice pile.  I also got a "lemon with mint" drink.  In Nablus, this is delicious - fresh lemon juice, sugar and fresh mint.  Here, it was a slushy.  And the bill was 60 shekels!  At the other place I can get my shawarma sandwich and a fresh squeezed orange juice for 26 shekels.
I walked around the old city and went to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher again.  It was really packed this time - more than Palm Sunday.  Maybe groups tend to go there on Saturday evenings.  Jerusalem is interesting that way.  You see groups of people - usually church groups.  They are following a guide who holds a stick with a flower or something at the top so they can see him/her.  They often have the headphones, like we had two years ago.  Those are very good because you can hear the guide without him having to compete with the other groups.  Everyone you pass is speaking a different language.  There are many Ethiopian, Indian and Philippino groups.  I walked around the church to less popular areas that wouldn't be crowded.  I hadn't been in those areas before.  The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is built on the site where they believe Jesus was crucified.  It isn't a building like I would think of a church.  It's a big place with many altars and other areas.  You could get lost in there.  Two Russian women came up to me and started speaking Russian.  Then they realized I wasn't Russian.  That 's the first time anyone has ever thought I was Russian!
I was really tired when I got back to the hotel.  I think I'm getting a cold.  Also, I didn't sleep well Friday night because it was so hot.  (And today it's really cold again!)  When I got back to my room after wandering around a little, it was about 5 pm.  I sat on the bed and kept falling asleep.  I had lots to do - organize my packing and wash out some clothes in the sink, but I couldn't get up the energy.  Finally, at around 7:00, I got up, washed out the clothes and went out to buy an ice cream.  I had seen a store with a case of Al Arz ice cream.  It's made in Nablus and it's delicious.  So, I went back there. They had bottles of water lined up on top of the case.  I don't know how I didn't realize that if I slid the case open, the water bottles would go flying.  The man was very nice and told me it was no problem.  He even reached down in the case to get me a nice, cold ice cream.  Then, I came back to my room and fell asleep by 10:00.
I woke up at a normal time this morning.  I think I'm done being tired.  I had breakfast and then went to church at 10:30.  It's always such a nice service.  And at the coffee hour after, they serve Arabic coffee something they don't have at the breakfast at the guest house.  It is a good breakfast, though.

At coffee hour, a woman who lives here told me that the dean of the cathedral (a priest!) gets strip searched by the Israelis every time he returns from the West Bank.  He keeps his dignity by saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry.  This must be such an awful job for you."  I thought it was easier for Palestinians living in Jerusalem, but she told me that kids are often arrested on their way to or from school.  They're held for a few months and then released - without ever being told why they were arrested.  Their mothers must constantly be worried that their children won't come home from school.

Here are some photos of the guest house and the breakfast.







This is the area where they have the coffee hour after church and where you can get a glass of wine or whatever in the evenings:


And here is my room:


I walked over to West Jerusalem in the afternoon.  I wanted to find a place for a mani/pedi, but wasn't successful.  I will look again tomorrow.  This evening, I ate at the Mihbash Restaurant - right down the street by the Damascus Gate.  It was really nice.  I had salmon and it was delicious.  I also had a glass of wine.  That seems like such a luxury after Nablus, where there was no alcohol.  One thing that I won't miss about the Middle East is the people smoking cigarettes and hookah everywhere.  No one was smoking at the restaurant tonight, but I thought it was funny that right over my table was a sign that said No Smoking, but there was an ash tray on the table.


After dinner, I came back to Saint George's.  I went out to the bar area and ordered another glass of wine.  It was incredibly busy.  I had trouble finding a place to sit.  There are many more people drinking at night than there are eating breakfast in the mornings!!!











Saturday, April 22, 2017

Goodbye Nablus

Saturday, April 22, 2017
I'm packed and ready to leave.  On Thursday, a group of us went to Nosha (really nice cafe) after the last concert of the festival.  People tend to have a little goodbye dinner or drinks at a cafe when they leave.  Now, there are starting to be a lot of people leaving.  The festival is over and Ramadan starts on May 26.  Project Hope closes for Ramadan.
People keep asking me if I am ready to leave.  I am ready.  I'm always ready at the end of a trip because I know it's about to end.  My mental clock was set long ago.  I'm not going home for another week, though.  I will go to Jerusalem today.  Then, from Tuesday to Thursday, I am going to Jordan.  I booked a trip where they will pick me up at a hotel in Jerusalem and bring me back there.  Then I fly out of Tel Aviv on April 30.
I'm hoping not to have problems at the airport, but others have had problems.  Elizabeth is German and only 22.  She has visited Israel several times before and has a family in Tel Aviv that she is good friends with.  But the Israelis found her Arabic books.  They questioned her for two hours and also did a full-body search - made her take her pants off.  She was crying.  I can't imagine what they needed to see in her pants.  They have their machines to look for everything.  I'm sure it's only to humiliate and intimidate.
Andrew is of Palestinian descent and left here for Istanbul.  He is going to take a course there to give him a British qualification for teaching English world-wide.  They gave him a much harder time.  I'm pasting below his message about what happened.  Hakim says they gave Andrew hassles because he is an Arab.  But what's the excuse for Elizabeth?

Just a last ma salam and update. On the bus to Tel Aviv I got removed at a checkpoint and given the once over for about an hour or so (clearly they were targeting my overt Australianess), including bag and body check and all the questions about why I was here for three months, where I'd come from today, what I was doing here, if I knew anyone from here etc. On learning that I was mainly a tourist, they asked to see my tourist photos, of which I had plentiful alibis. At the airport again I was given the once over three times - at baggage drop off (10 minutes), bag screening (30 minutes) and for the last time when going through passport control (an hour), where I was asked to wait because of my family background. I was questioned by the passport control officer's supervisor as well as her supervisor in the general area. Again they pressed the point of why I'd been here for three months and where I'd visited, if I was volunteering, where I was learning Arabic, why I came to Nablus to learn Arabic when I could have gone anywhere else etc etc, if I'd attended any demonstrations, if I knew anyone in Palestine or Israel, where I was going? They asked if I had any local Israeli or Palestinian SIM cards and did a search on my smart phone and questioned me about the local Palestinian contact that came up in the search. They took down my local Australian phone number too. They then went off for 30 minutes never to be seen again. Someone else returned my passport with an exit visa. khalas... It was difficult to take them all seriously. Like kids playing dress up...or like they were attempting to 'swede' a bad Hollywood spy film (you need to have seen the film Be Kind Rewind to get the 'swede' reference). Anyhow, I think I passed their series of silly tests, as I got my exit visa, I think without any bans, and without a beating or waterboarding too (sadly, as I was looking forward to this experience).
Anyway, Ja'far and Saad are coming at 11 to walk me to the place where you get a shared taxi to Ramallah. Then I will get a bus to Jerusalem.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Salah Kalafh Center

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Yesterday, Heide and I went to Tubas with Jameel.  It's where his family lives.  Before going we went to tour the Salah Kalafh Center.  It was build in 1942 by the British during the British Mandate, when Palestine was a British colony.  In 1948, (the Nakba year), the Iraqi and Jordanian armies used it as a horse stable.  In 1967(the naksa) after the six-day war, Israel began occupying all of Palestine.  The building became an Israeli police station.  Then, in 1982, it became a prison.  The Israeli military jailed a total of 200,000 prisoners in the time it was a prison.
We first saw the kitchen (no photos - nothing special)  Then we went into the dining hall.  It has a painting on the wall.  The IDF forced a Palestinian to paint a mural on the wall so that they would have a pleasant place to eat.  That man has now died, but his son comes to touch up the photo each year.

This is the first door where they would take prisoners.  At this point, they would be required to undress and put on a prison uniform.  They were also given a number.

Next they would be taken through another door and asked what their number was.  They had been given the number in Hebrew and most didn't understand Hebrew.  If they couldn't say the number, the soldiers would smash their heads against a brick in the wall.  They would continue to do this until they said the correct number.  (Hopefully, someone else remembered.)


This is the clinic.  The doctor would say that he was there to help them medically, but actually the information was used against them in interrogations.

There were several of these stools.  Four prisoners would be forced to sit on each one.  (It's big enough for one person - maybe two).  They would have to sit there in the sun or cold or whatever until the soldiers said they could move somewhere else.

You can see the outline of boxes on the walls here.  These were cells - not really big enough for a person.  Behind the windows were the interrogation rooms.  So, someone in the cell would hear the screams of those being interrogated.  If it was hot outside in the cells, when they brought them in the interrogation rooms, it would be very cold there.  If the weather was cold, they would make the interrogation rooms very hot.

This is a cell where they would keep 15 to 25 people for days.  It's too small for everyone to lie down so they would sleep in shifts.  There would be a bucket in the corner, but then the Red Cross forced them to provide a bathroom.  The bathroom was at the end of the hall, but prisoners were only given 90 seconds to go.  If they took longer, they were beaten.



This is an isolation cell.  You can see there is a hole at the bottom.  There is another cell on the other side of the wall.  Prisoners in isolation could speak to each other through that hole.  Then the interrogator would use that against them.

These interrogations are still done, but not at this prison.  After the Oslo accords in 1994.  the Palestinian Authority took possession of the place.  They have made it into a place of recreation   There is a soccer field and they are planning to build a pool. Anyone can go camping on the grounds for free as long as you contact them ahead of time and leave the space as you found it.



Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Easter

Sunday, April 16, 2017
Today I finally went to the Episcopal Church.  There was a concert in the church in the old city last week.  We met the priest and asked about where the other church is.  They have services in the old city church (near my house) only on the first Sunday of the month.  All other services are in Rafidya - a section of Nablus that I can easily walk to.  So, this morning we walked there.  I had originally thought it would be just Elizabeth and me, but people kept asking to join us.  So, we ended up being six.  It was a very nice service and there were lots of people.  They actually started on time!!!  (the only thing I have ever seen start on time in Palestine.)  It was really all in Arabic.  I could follow very little, but the service was the same at home and most of the hymns were, too.  

I was concerned at first that there seemed to be very few people there and hardly any children, but I guess lots of people came in after the service started and I had stopped looking around.  (So Episcopalian!).  When we lined up for communion, I realized there were many people there and lots of kids.  I had wondered whether they would have wine, since it is illegal in Nablus.  I'm still not sure whether it was actual wine, but the priest had pieces of consecrated bread that he dipped in the chalice and gave to us on our tongues at communion.



When the service was over, we asked someone to take our group photo.  I asked a little girl -who had been wandering around the church during the service and no one minded :)  - to be in the photo with us.

After the service, there was coffee hour.  They had little cups of Arabic coffee, of course, but also baklava, colored Easter eggs and chocolate eggs.




The priest came over to us during coffee hour to say that the four Christian churches get together on Christmas and Easter and that this year it would be at the Episcopal church and that the governor was coming.  It would all happen at noon.  It was 11:20 at this point and we wanted to all go out for breakfast together, so we decided not to wait.  When we got outside, we found that Seema had been waiting outside the entire time.  I think she had driven Josefine to the church.  Seema said she felt that she shouldn't come in.  Ja'far and Saad had also said they didn't want to come because they said that everyone in Nablus knows each other and the Christians would know that they are muslim.  We tried to explain to them that Christians are happy to have muslims attend their service, but they didn't feel comfortable.  Anyway, we all piled into Seema's car and went to the Nosha cafe.  I joked with Seema that Easter brunch should have champagne.  Elizabeth said, "And bacon.  Which one do you thing we have a better chance of getting?"  Seema said the champagne, but really neither is available in Nablus.  Maria and Seema had hookah instead!

Elizabeth and I decided to share the Nosha breakfast.  It was definitely enough for two.  I'm also starting to enjoy ordering the delicious non-alcoholic drinks they serve here.  I especially like lemon with mint.

Later, when Seema tried to drive us home, our street was blocked off, so we got out of the car and walked.  It turned out that there was all kinds of Palestinian Authority security.  The vice president was coming to visit the old church for Easter.  (There was no service there, so I don't know why that's where he went.)  There was even a sniper on the roof.


Another great day in Nablus!