We joined our fellows and spend a whole day visiting houses in local communities today. Great opportunity to look at the real life, meet people, take pictures while our colleagues and hosts were doing the paperwork.
Most of the houses that we visited were not finished and still required some work. Nevertheless they were all inhabited, even the one without the roof at all. Not much furniture can be found in the interiors; first of all here people posses much much less things then we, the Europeans can imagine. Or maybe difference in customs plays a role as well: we haven’t seen a couch even in a single living room, everywhere just mattresses on floors.
The Palestinians are not allowed to run electricity and water here; imagine rising a baby in such conditions. Fortunately they find their ways to get by.
Everyone we met today lived either of farming or animals. People were cheerful and welcoming, we were offered super sweet tea and coffee so many times, that now we fill like after eating a pack of white sugar.
And below a mud-brick house with a PVC window.
This community was exceptional, because just on the other side of the road settlement set up. Bad neighbourhood… And so, Palestinians suffered demolitions and confiscations. Vineyard depicted below has been confiscated. Just like that. One day it is yours, you grow and pick your grapes and the next day you watch the Thai hired by Israeli picking the grapes for them. Just five or ten meters from your own house – that might be demolished any time, by the way (second picture below).