The major towns and cities in the West Bank remain under curfew; isolated from each other by a series of barriers, dug up roads, check points and military patrols. Read more about One nation under...curfew
The streets of Ramallah are completely still, the bright sun reflecting off the pavement and the stone of the buildings forcing the viewer to squint and ultimately turn away. Read more about The Planes Still Fly Overhead
Watching the fireworks from afar off, I sat and remembered America. America is withdrawing a large amount of their funds to the international NGO humanitarian groups and causing a ripple effect within the donor communities. Read more about The Fourth of July
Toine van TeeffelenBethlehem, Palestine6 July 2002
Perhaps “crocodile” is not the right word to describe the big machine which roams our streets, as I did in my previous letter. It looks, and sounds, more like a dragon. Read more about Letter from Bethlehem
Finally home to Ramallah today to find my plants—dried, limp, purple flowers browned. My home dusty and unlived in, dishes waiting in the sink. Since last week, the strong wind from the valley swept the earth that I had used to cover the little box grave for my dog, Nutmeg. Read more about Morning Coffee in Ramallah
Vera Tamari is a famous Palestinian artist. She is also my dearest friend and neighbor. One day before Ramallah’s fourth invasion on June 24th, she inaugurated an art installation entitled ‘Going for a ride’. Read more about Going for a ride, or Art under Occupation
Last night I did not sleep at all. As usual, I was online at my computer until 3 a.m. I have to wait until my cyber-manic daughter Yassmine is through with the internet before I can get online. Read more about 'ToraBora Land'