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Letter from Dheishe Refugee Camp

Hi Folks, In the past week since I left, it’s been hard to sit down and put together some thoughts, since new experiences keep happening. Here are a few. The volunteers for the International Solidarity Movement (ISM) who showed up ...

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Report on Beit Fureek

By Adam Stumacher The town of Beit Fureek lies a mere seven kilometers from the West Bank city of Nablus, but under military curfew they might just as well be separated by an ocean. According to Atef Hanini, the town’s ...

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Shooting at Kites; Bulldozing Schools

by Sam Messier and Jill Dreier This morning the military pulled out most, but not all, of its presence from Nablus. Though still officially under curfew, many people started coming out into the streets and opening their shops. Internationals, including ...

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Two Days in Bethlehem

by Chris and Carl Our affinity group members, Mike, Ronise (who is deaf) and Jennie went to the Deaf School in Bethlehem. The school serves boys and girls from 6 months to 15 years old. It was a well equipped ...

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Leaving Balata

by Amanda D. I’m on the plane home. Much as I want to see people I’m not sure how to talk to them. Much as I wanted to go home and do laundry and take a bath I’m figuring out ...

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If I don’t write now…

by Susan Barclay I find a few moments to write not because it is something that I even have the time to do, but more because if I don’t write now, I am afraid to lose the precious, tragic stories ...

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Life in the villages of Nablus

By Nat After tea at Abu Fadi’s house, we went to Abu Kamel’s house to have breakfast (there was some competition between these two cousins as to whose house we were to have breakfast at), we had a tour of ...

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Claiming three bodies in Sarra

by Gattu Marrudu The two taxis full of volunteers proceed slow and scared along “the most dangerous road of Nablus,” climbing up the hill in dusty and tight curves. At each curve stays a local “sentry”, who warns any hazardous ...

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The smell of death

by Bob of the New York Solidarity Delegation It is Friday. I am writing from inside the Deheisha refugee camp. My body is sore – less from the sun or the walking, or the lack of water but from holding ...

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