Sleep is for the Week

 

'The more you find out the less you know.' I can't tell you how true that is here. The more I get to know how much shit the Palestinians have to endure from there Israeli Occupiers, the more I wonder how on earth they can still smile, laugh or find any pleasure in there daily life.  I know for some reading this blog you may be uncomfortable with my language or message, but I am not righting this blog to be impartial and there is simply no better way of describing how I feel.

The Israelis use any given opportunity to intimidate and stifle the Palestinians. There fighter jets fly daily over head. There manoeuvres disrupt my lessons on a regular basis. My class full of smiling 12 year old burqa wearing girls don't flinch an inch. I do. Its amasing how even young children have been desensitized by such things.The Israeli's even take away the most simple of necessities every human being needs, sleep. Last Friday morning at roughly 6 pm, the first day of the weekend, the Israeli Army thought it apt to have training manoeuvres above Nablus and whole of Palestine. I was awoken suddenly by the shuddering walls and roaring of the planes screaming overhead. Being a light sleeper and borderline schizophrenic, I naturally jumped out of bed thinking that the tales of imminent apocalypse and nuclear war some crazy long haired American hippy I met in a hostel in East Jerusalem was banging on about were actually coming true. I sprained my neck I moved so fast. It lasted around three hours.