Palestine was a great and important experience. A good example for the two weeks there was the day in Jericho. Crossing the borders from Israel to the Palestinian territories feels like going from one sector of post war Berlin to another. I might have packed too much in between the lines here, as this also means that signs of a smoldering war are everywhere. Except another US group of three, there were absolutely no tourists, which are better called travelers.
There are 70 years between the two pictures. The major thing that changed is that Israelis provide their trash as awning. No need to have fancy textiles anymore.
And here comes an entrance-exit of the wall:
Work and study keep me busy at the moment. At least they should. And I work hard to leave the impression of working hard to others and to myself. So, blogging now is very inappropriate.
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