The streets are full of life. Cars and small busses honking at pedestrians walking to and from work. Groups of whitehaired men drinking coffee. Women -some wearing head scarves and long coats (jilbabs), others jeans, sweatshirts and Converse shoes – gossiping with friends or dragging little boys or girls away from shop windows with a vast display of delicious-looking cakes. On the street corners behind wagons of vegetables and fruits young boys yell at passers-by today’s price of tomatoes or strawberries.
At a first glance, Ramallah is just like you would imagine any decent size Arabic city. And if this was the first place you saw, you might not notice that Ramallah is on the West Bank. But to get to Ramallah you pass the barbed wired tall wall and the check point guarded by Israeli soldiers with machine guns. You are therefore always aware that this is the occupied Palestinian territories.
Based in Ramallah I know I’ll see a very exceptionally modern and free part of Palestine which doesn’t really give a true picture of Palestinian life. Still, this blog is my thoughts on living in a city and country under occupation.
Some posts will be in Danish (my mother tongue), some in English – whichever occupy my thoughts!
This isn’t a diary nor a news site – but my personal thoughts and observations as I see them. I have no doubt that many will see everything very differently – that definitely seems to be the common case when it comes to the situation in Palestine – but I have no intension to offend anyone, just pass on my experiences from my point of view… and discussions are welcome.