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Changin into English blog...
hello everybody
from now on everything will be in english
this because of some nice friends all over who do not understand a word dutch/flemish
be aware of mistakes... -i will do my best to avoid them...-
Posted on April 19, 2003
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Worldmaps...
Did you know that on Arabic worldmaps Israel is not mentioned?
Peace is still far away. Too far.
As many roadmaps as you prefer.
And a Sharon that doesn't want to poor water to the wine.
An Arabic world that doesn't recognize Israel as a country, as a fact.
Long way to go....
Posted on May 19, 2003
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Birders to cross
Take a seat, this can take a while, he says after 2 hours.
She knocks on the door. 'Is there anybody?'
I come out of the toilet. 'Yes, me.'
'You shouldn't leave your things alone here.'
I look around me, I am the only one in the border,
nobdy else but security, they checked my luggage,
and they're checking me now, for 2 hours.
She looks quite angry. It is not safe, she adds.
I look into her eyes. 'You know, after 2 hours being stuck in
a border, somebody sometimes needs to pee.
I am not thinking of taking a backpack and 2 bags into the
toilet with me...'
'Next time you don't leave it' she says, and leaves.
'If there was a bomb inside, I would have had it explode here' I think.
But I keep silent.
The rest of this story I told too many times to too many Israeli's. You don't feel welcome. I repeat. But hey.... I'll spare you the rest...
Posted on May 19, 2003
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Beurthdee
I wake up late and the first thing I get is a sweet birthdaykiss. A little bit later, a sweet young girl stares into my eyes, innocent. She gives me a hug. I smile. My birthday is already a hit.
So this lazy day goes on
Posted on May 23, 2003
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Eurosong
Oh my god, after 3 songs Eurosong, we collapse... Austria convinces us.
Sigal puts a DVD en we enjoy very lazy a nice movie.
The whole day has been slow: wake up late, wach a movie, read a book, enjoying the sun, have a sleep, and finally end up at Sigals with Tamar and Dana.
Heaven... I became a little bit lazy since I am back.
But he, I think that's OK. In one month I'll be back in Belgium, working very hard.
-That idea makes me lazy I guess...-
After the movie, we zap to Eurosong, and to my surprise Belgium does pretty well8
Why Now I have to watch it to the end, imagine we win, while I am lying in my bed and could smile to all those Israeli and say we won -and they not... grin-
Between counting of the points, all kinds of thoughts struck my mind. How I became a real nomad by know, jumping from one 'home' to another. How my backpack became smaller and smaller untill the only necessary: a toothbrush and fresh underwear.
Being spoiled by friends, and be reallyreally 'home'
I wonder if everything would be as easy in Belgium.
(But probably I'll notice, since I don't have an appartment by now. Maybe I have to come to one of you to sleep some nights. Grin.)
The nearing end is strange. On the one side, I am really looking forward to see those friends, to spend time in the park, have parties, on the other side it will be so different/difficult to leave this home behind. This luxe-life. And this firends.
Meanwhile Belgium springs to the first place in Eurosong!!!
When we loose, in the last points, I kind of find it hard to believe, but hey, it is only a Eurosvisionsongfestival.
I wonder what the Belgian newspapers will write tomorrow.
In Blegium, a birthdayparty is going on now, I hope I am a little bit in yor thoughts now.
Hugs from here tot there.
And bubbels and strawberries.
Hope I have a late birthdayparty on July 2nd. Smile.
Posted on May 24, 2003
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Short story
'Layla Tov', I say to the soldier at the checkpoint.
The second one looks up, surprised.
'It's you... How was it inside?' 'Interesting.'
'It sucks inside' 'You think so? For me it was ok.'
'What are you doing there anyway?' 'I am a student photographer. I take pictures'
'Ah, ok. See ya.' 'Good evening.'
-a friend was sent back 2 times by know. I don't seem to have any problems here.-
As I walk out of the checkpoint
heading for home -where that may be-
I hear a woman singing.
Another 20 m before she will be checked.
Good evening, I say
Good evening, she answers, are you as happy as me today?
Because I saw you I am happy, I answer
Good evening, miss, good life.
And don't let the dogs bite you.
As I walk further away, I smile,
wondering what she ment by that,
wondering if she will easily get in.
The man in the sherut looks at me
his eyes are too shiny not to be drunk
I know this glance since the last 6 months
and know how to recognize it by know
This man is sitting too close to me
to be comfortable
Jerusalem- Tel Aviv 50km left
The uneasiest 50km of the Middle-East until now
He wants to touch my breast
I give hime a hit
Scared he turns away and starts making phonecalls
To his wife, asking where she is and if she will
pick him up.
I look at his keppa, I look at him.
Filthy pretender.
Posted on May 29, 2003
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Sigal throws a party...
Sigal throws a party, she organized one for the british council and the ambassador
When Tamar and I arrive, we're both surprised. Instead of the small thing we expected, this turned out to be a huge thing:ministers, famous people, ambassadors, etc. Television. Everubody is here.
A swimmingpool transformed to dancefloor, a huge watertower enlightens the place.
I get in as a 'guest' Amazing.
I can't deal with the difference between one day ago and now.
Yesterday I was sitting in a refugeecamp, now I am standing on a high class party...
I look at Tamar, try to explain. I realize for them everything is different.
They live only in one world. I cross those borders and fall from one extrem in another. I guess they'll never understand that.
If people ask me the way in Tel Aviv, I can't explain. I feel ashame after 6 months of being here not knowing more, I blame it on the Hebrew signs.
From every world I know a little bit, from Tel Aviv, Jerusalem and Bethlehem.
Some times that feels strange.
Some times that feels good.
Posted on May 30, 2003
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Back into Israel
Yesterday we returned to Jerusalem -with an extremely easy passing border...-, were we dropped off the car and went on to visit the old city.
Pretty normal guiding there. Nothing special, and this rest was quite relaxing after the things we had done already in such a short time.
Nice dinner and seeing Omi after a month was great.
I hugged my teddy bear and enjoyed seeing him again.
Again I fellt asleep as a baby.
Today we visit the souk of the old city, pretty fast, and after a while I think I am dragging John around, so I low down the tempo.
For me, this is my home, and I know by know -almost- everywhere to go, for him it's his first visit to the Middle-East, and for that reason the souk is great. It gives you really a scent of the Middle-East.
But we have to go on, to Bethehem, where John meets Yasser. Me again, I am surpised by the hospitally people here: we get a fresh meal specially prepared for us. (and I am happy I thought of a present for Yasser) John gets a tour in the refugeecamp, which is enriching his mind I hope. Later on they share thoughts and discuss. Ideas for projects are born...
As we say goodbye, Yasser still thinks it is too short -he's right- and I explain John is only here for 5 days, which he spent almost all, so only one day left for Tel Aviv. Yasser sounds relieved. To him it seemed that John was only half a day in OC while the rest of his stay in Tel Aviv. With that he wouldn't cope...
He says goodbye, we head for Tel Aviv, ugly city.
But I met the nicest people, now my friends. John meets them too. For stories on that, check his site (www.baeyens.net)
Posted on June 3, 2003
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Heaven is in your arms
Off we go. Tamar and I leave at 5 in the morning to the airport. To take a flight to Eilat.
To be honest, I probably would have taken the bus, because 5 hours on a bus is nothing compared to what I experienced in Turkey. But the mqin reason is my growing dislike to fly in Israel.
Anyway, we're flying...
Arrived in time (which is a real miracle if you know Tamar -just joking-) I get suddenly the usual international security check-up.
And yes, we miss our flight.
Because? Just because.
Man, I am taking an INTERNAL flight, if I would take a bomb, I would take a bus, not a plane.
They checked all luggage anyway, so why the questionary
So here we got: stuck in an airport, waiting for the next flight...
To be continued...
Continue...
At arrival we take a cab to the border, where we go to the border. It is amazing to see how Israel gets money from this going out... A cab for 10 euro, going out of Israel costs us 20 euro each person. Egypt does well to. Going in for free, but the cab costs 10 euro each person, entering the desert costs us 6 euro each person. Only for going and passing.
Tamar gets a little bit upset by this. 'We could have taken a flight to Cyprus or something, all included' I smile. I know what the desert is and what it does, I know she will relax and afterwards forget why she payed this money anyway...
And when we arrive at our superdeluxe husha's I know I am right.
Suddenly rest and peace get into everything.
I said to John I was going to sleep here for 4 days. Well, that's what I did: sleep and read.
Heaven...
Posted on June 5, 2003
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Raging time and end nearing
had great times lately. really great times. and seems things got on a different level.
time of going is nearing and i know i will come back.
just started a new project. in fact not new. reorganized the november project as i want to refer to it. instead of 'my' exhibition' i will have a piece of art made by coincidence and internet. it will be realized by my ideas, but by the stories of 2 kids, one israeli, one arab. putted in a blog online.
I'll quote out of the project:
Those who now me will have seen that lately my mind was full of thoughts.
On the one hand the time to leave is nearing too fast. On the other hand I have to make this 'art'presentation and the feeling not having what I want is an understatement.
A computer full of stories, negatives full of accompaniing pictures and a mind full of thoughts. What more should an artist need? one could ask.
But then again, I am not an artist. grin.
I am somebody who tries to shake people. To wake them up and let them think.
One thing I have learned by now: time (even even almost none left) brings a solution.
And in the end everything will make sense.
Yesterday Sigal and I were talking, and suddenly all pieces of the puzzle fell together.
The fact that I am working on families, stories and pictures on both sides. That the Belgian embassy has up til 5000 for a cross working art-project.
The fact that John with his blogging system was here
The fact that there is Yasser with his possibilities in Daheisheh.
The fact that Sigal is here, is busy with art, and has all the connexions (as she puts it herself)
And offcourse Tamar, a perfect pr-lady.
These pieces match.
And even more, they can shake certainly some things.
So let's shake!
and shaking is what i will do...
Posted on June 9, 2003
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Busybusybusy
Sinai was relaxing, but in a way also revealing. In 3 weeks I have to go to work again, and several projects overwhelm me now. Which is good. I love he adrenaline of stress.
After 7 months of life like a little river, I have to get used to the stream again.
But those who know me, will know that in no time I will be back again. grin.
So that's what I am doing now here. Organizing.
Got a yes from the Flemish Government concerning a photoproject in Albania and Croatia. So I will be off in August.
Arranging with people to find places to sleep, to organize the exhibiton etc.
On the other hand, we decided to do the huge project I was talking about yesterday.
And here, with Sigal, there is this click. The same as what happened with Zabine in Belgium. One moment talking about something, suddenly saying 'But I am serious about it' and the other one answers 'Me too'. 'So let's go for it.'
Saying is one thing. Doing is another, they always say.
But when one day later we see eachother in the evening, I already wrote a sketch of the project, ordered the needed webspace, and Sigal already arranged important place to exhibit, and the french embassy to translate things to french. No way back now.
And that's how it should be.
Otherwise all these plans end up in a closet...
So there is me sitting and arranging things, now.
Inside, airco on.
In the streets hot weather rules. I didn't wear a pair of jeans since one month.
In fact to be honest, I am just walking around in my pijama-trousers in the streets (hey, H&M made really nice ones, nobody notices they are.) And I am not the only one
Got a little nice mail today after sending a song.
'Ine
you guys have no idea what a timing you have !
this is the nicest thing happened to me today.
having hectic time - can really work as my computer shuts down every 5
seconds and my e-mail address book is gone with the wind......
so thanks for the music !
so much of my love and affection belongs to you guys right now'
It made me smile.
Wanted to put the song on the server. But that's illegal, so I don't.
If you want to hear it:
the name of the musician is Fadel Shaker
the song is Ya Ghayen
"you are missed"
Great -Arabic- song.
Ya Habibi.
My friend.
You know, I miss you all.
So see you very soon.
Posted on June 10, 2003
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Example
Today i got impressed., in a chat kristien reveals that one of her students answered to the question 'who is your example in photography?'
'ine dehandschutter'
That the girl decided to follow photography after seeing my work on the women's jail...
I asked who the other students chose as an example: 'rineke dijkstra' etc.
I am truly flattered and happy.
Because somebody decided to do something because of my pictures.
And that's more than i expected...
I guess this is what everybody dreams of one day.
though I am still surprised why she chooses me.
I am a lousy photographer, who doesn't know a thing of technique and i don't bother to do something about it. i know a lot of photogrpahers, friends, that i consider better than myself.
Kristien keeps on telling me i take unscharp pictures (which is true sometimes and sometimes not, you have to know her to appreciate this. she's cruel with her remarks but it keeps you with your feet on the ground) and i have to do a lot of things twice before they are good.
But that's ok. Nobody said it would be easy.
The girl wants to take pictures of a women's jail, as i did before, by now 3 years ago.
Kristien considers it too fast. As far as i'm concerned, I think she should atleast try.
I remember my first year (I did it twice, by the way) and we had to choose a 'group' to follow.
I proposed 3 subjects: fishermen, the closure of renault and something else.
most of all, I wanted to do the closure of renault.
But Lieve, my teacher first told me it would be too difficult, too hard to get in. so I checked on the fishermen. everything was arranged.
I got back to lieve and said that I really preferred the other thing. So she helped me, I got in the factory and had a great time with 'the guys' of Renault.
Great memories there. and life stories.
I got it because I truly wanted to do it.
If she wants it that hard, she should do it.
If i was her, i would try another jail and another way (f.e colour instead of black and white)
i gave the contactname to kristien, so, unknown photographer, if you read this: ask her. and convince.
There are so many ways to tell the story.
In our second year, we had this stupid teacher, who gave us all the same subject, for half a year. (the year after us it was 'mobile') Everybody made something different out of it.
So why couldn't this girl make a blast out of it.
I waited a year before presenting my work to the 'world' because of legal reasons and people to respect and protect.
It travelled one year in Belgium and in september it can be seen in Openmonumentendagen, in Merksplas, near Antwerp.
For those who are interested. Enjoy.
Posted on June 11, 2003
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Melancholy
Life is truly not fair. I think to myself.
I am lying in a couch, having the opportunity of doing nothing. In fact I have all the opportunities I want. And yes I consider myself lucky.
Madredeus sings songs that make me melancholic.
I need these silences for a sec. The last weeks have been amazing. Synchronity in minds with so many people. Scary in a way, because you know for sure that this injection of knowledge will stop at a certain point.
My mind is full of thoughts. Questions raise about 'after november'. And I know what you think: let things flow, enjoy and time will bring relieve. I know all these things. Today I even thought: there is always a way back, so why don't take the jump. Maybe one has to be ready to leave everything behind to come back. I know this is a fact. And in the deepest me, all decisions are already taken.
Yesterday we went to see a danceperformance, and in the middle of this amazing thing I knew this was were Bart belonged to be. Where he would be home. I realized how his decision to dance must have been a relief to him. I never really saw him dance unless on parties, but here I saw he could be everyone of them. And I missed him, his hug, his smile and the blink in his eyes.
This is the difficult part of leaving everything behind. And I guess that is what John fears in a way: going to a place where you don't know anybody.
It is not the going that is difficult, it is the leaving.
When, in 3 weeks, I will take a plane to Belgium, that will be the difficult part: leaving. Not the going. Going is easy. It always was.
I will be going to my friends, to have fun in parties, and talk a different language, I will see my grandmother who will be quarreling on the fact that I will be leaving in 2 months and why I do this stupid things, my little brother that has grown, my sis that will be nagging around. My mum who will be silent, but smile and the pact between us that in that silence there is more than all the words we could ever say. My little monkeys that grow wild.
They will take away my thoughts of what I leave behind: other friends.
It will be hard to leave them. And like 8 months ago I seeked hide in the arms of a friend, I will do the same thing here. I know I won't sleep whole night, scared to miss a moment. A stomach that will feel like going to the worst exam ever.
Madredeus rolls me in my melancholy. Tears fall, nobody sees.
Music is the only thing that can do those things to me. Put me in another space and time.
Yesterday Kristin Hersh sung for me. 'Your Ghost'. It took me back 10 years in time.
Tamar asked me if I was thinking of Iris. Not at all. (She is associated with other songs...) Suddenly I was 16 again and remembered all the things way back when...
Everything came not through the telephone receiver but just glided into my hand and made the blaze in my nightgown.
My first real love, a parent's divorce, the running away, me staying at my girlfriends place, and putting this song on and on to learn me how to slow...
After 10 times and hurted toes ending up in bed.
It was heaven and hell. It was great.
She learned me a lot about me. And finally also how to dance.
Her mother that looked in silence, a little bit worried. But eyes that blinked once in a while.
She became my 'mother in law', not the cruel one, but the nicest one. She will always stay.
I didn't see her for 5 years now. So often I passed that door and thought of stopping, and visiting.
I guess afraid of breaking unwritten rules I didn't do it.
Today I tell myself that after 5 years unwritten rules have the rule to be broken.
Jeannine, wait and see, soon there will be a bell ringing.
Posted on June 12, 2003
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Yahoo!
ok i am looking to a full mailbox and don't know where to begin.
maybe i should say that by know the last week has been the most busiest of this year and therefore also the most furfilling.
not one night i was doing nothing. got great food (thanks sigal) and great performances.
we went to see beersheeva dance company (which can be compared to rosas or les ballets c de la b in belgium), we went to see the gotan dance project (french-argentinian techno tango. mireille and gio would love it!!!), we went to mayumanya (the israeli equivalent of STOMP, thank you arie for the free tickets), we saw a documentary in the cinemateque on the fence the israeli are building in Palestine. We went eating falafel/kebab with red boy and his friend, Sigal cooked the most delicious food (and guess what mum, i was the assistant, you would never believe it unless you saw...) and inbetween, sigal and i and the rest of our cosy team managed to get a lot of contacts for the 'linking-project' as i will call it from now on. Tomorrow I am seeing the Belgian consul on it, today we met somebody from the digital artlab (the sweetiest lady ever, open minded and willing to help). People seem rather enthousiastic about it, and Sigal and I wonder why everything is going so smoothly, almost too smoothly...
Other good news (yeah I know there seems no end to it. I don't know what I was thinking when I thougth that after the splendid year of 2002 everything would stop... it just keeps on going. and I am not complaining!!!!)
So the good news: just had a chat with Arie Scher, the man in charge for the scholarships: 99% chances of having one (yeah!!!!!! i am going/coming back) (Thank you Tamar to pushing it)
It is amazing.
But all the pieces of the puzzle fall together. And the questions on 'after november' get filled in. (as i expected it to be anyway).
Only my grandmother gets crazy of hearing this, I am convinced (Why do you want to go back to that crazy place because i am crazy.... -but i guess she figured that out by now-)
I ordered the D10 of Canon. It is quite an investment of money but especially of gathered time: no longer going to the lab to scan negatives, easily sending of pictures, etc.
At the rate I shoot film after 160 films I urned the camera back. (which will be in half a year I guess, when seeing the projects I have in the coming months...)
I am truly happy. Since in a way it seems that when there is linking and 'clicking', people do change things.
Guess that is what I missed in Bezalel (expected some people to organize things but everybody is so busy with the 'I' instead of the 'We'. And for me as a foreigner it is really difficult to do so. I don't have the needed contacts and language that brings me where I need to be -what happens in Belgium-
Realized what's the kick of organizing things, again, and man, I love it.
The talking, the dreaming, the ideas and realizing them.
For me that is the moment where the 'I' fits the 'We'.
So people in Israel: since next year my scholarship won't be enough to cover all expenses, I am looking for a job.
If you something in this sector (where knowledge of English, Frenach and Dutch are enough, let me know...
Yalla, I have to go work on those contacts....
Posted on June 15, 2003
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Wallen onder de ogen

wallen onder mijn ogen en geen tijd om voort te doen.
ik weet niet waar eerst gekropen.
een dossier aan het invullen en nu lekker snel doorgeschoven naar iemand anders.
help ik zink.
binnen kleine 20 dagen thuis.
en dan?
een volgende overrompeling.
2maanden dit hectische leven en dan terugkeer naar de rust.
here i come...
Posted on June 17, 2003
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Stupid day
there are these days, you should leave behind,
knowing that they never will have any use.
only few hours to go before the ending of this day and nothing to remeber, except for these words.
i will erase everything, with a little eraser, each word, every doing,
i will forget the mails, and the trafficjams, the words with yasser on the phone
i will walk towards the sea and load my batteries on the shore
with some music and new words.
this day has never been.
try to see the good things in life and don't loose energy: it is my own slogan
sometimes you just have to forget and go to sleep
and that is what i will do now...
not that it was a disaster today, just a bloody stupid day...
Posted on June 18, 2003
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Absorbing
Yesterday Tamar amazed me about her opinion. 'We should give the territories back' she said (she said it before, but for not with the same convintion I heard last night.)
The funny thing is that when I met her 8 months ago, I never thought hearing this out of her mouth.
There were always 'buts' in every sentence, and a defense to justify what is happening here.
Maybe it is because I have been here for 8 months now, and she knows me longer to know my opinion on things.
Or maybe it it because her opinion has changed in these 8 months.
Probably it is both. I really don't know.
My opinion has stayed the same, but by now I know the difficulties about this problem.
Because in every solution you think, there is the question that follows: 'And what then?'
About Tamar: I still think the weekend in Sinai has done a lot to this opinion. When we were talking to Egyptian and other Arabs (something what not so often happens to Israeli I guess) I saw how interested she was. And amazed.
And the position because she was the only Israeli was quite different.
Her words when some Israeli came in: 'My god, so much noise they make', it made me smile.
Her voice had gone to a more silent level by then.
It is still like that.
Sometimes Sigal says on the phone: 'You have to talk louder, I don't understand you like that.'
This is the funny thing when you stay in another country for a longer time: in a way you stay an observer, as a tourist you're the fast observer, you see, absorb and go.
When you really live in another culture, you absorb but also get rolled in it.
That's what happened to me.
During the six months I travelled to Daheisheh, I saw a baby become a walking kid, I heard it starting to say words that made sense. I saw Houssein growing into a little kid that starts talking sentences instead of words.
I saw an organisation at its start up and now with more kids than it can handle.
I saw happy moments, and sad, I heard soldiers shooting and things become more quiet.
I saw fights and people making peace.
I saw the frames in the wall changing to other places.
I saw other frames.
Life stayed the same, and yet not.
The same thing in Tel Aviv.
In the end it is only the table that changed place in that house, but I know other things in somebody's mind have turned upside down.
In a good way, I think.
Today, I gave a hug to this amazing woman. A little kid was looking to us,and couldn't be fast enough to hug us all.
So we were standing there, in the middle of a bunch of tables, with people looking to the sea. And 3 people having a hug.
It would be the same as standing in the middle of the Vrijdagsmarkt in Gent.
In two months, you might see the same thing there
Posted on June 21, 2003
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Jumping again
Yesterday I went to Marlene and Moshe, the parents of Tamar, to have another delicious meal (and especially the cake I love the most..). It will have been the last time before I leave and before they come to France.
Marlene asked me to make a résumé after 8 months of being in Israel & Palestine.
This was the hardest part I guess. How can one put 8 months in a 10 minute talk?
For me the last two weeks were the most amazing (and tiring) but all the time before was needed to come to those two weeks.
And the trip to the other nearby countries (Lebanon, Syria and Jordan) were also giving me a refreshing view on the conflict and the situation.
When I started to take pictures here, it was all very from a distance, the view from the foreigner visiting. In a discussion with a teacher I explained it that way. You can't jump into things without exploring them first. So the jump came later.
I had an easy 8 months, at ease, and in a way I was thinking I didn't do so much. But when yesterday I arranged all my negatives, I suddenly realized different things. I DID do a lot.
If I compared to what I did in my last year in the Academy, I am certain I did as much now (and even more)
So it is funny to realize that in 2 weeks I'll be in Belgium. It's even funnier that after 4 months I'll be back.
The opportunity of following another year is one not to miss.
And because of the free program here, it is possible to go elsewhere and continue with whatever I am busy (which is a lot).
The project of November, with the blogs turns to be a good thing, and still people are enthousiastic about it. Yesterday I received the email of the consul (I wish you could meet him.
People already asked whether I was planning to stay living here. They should know better by now. I do am that free little bird, that little swallow, that has to go after a while, the only connection is going to the homefront once in a while.
Yesterday I felt that this little bird has to go home. I read it in old mails and the fun I had last year. After 8 months you start really to miss those friends.
Nothing has changed and for them life just went on.
In a way, for me things have changed on that behalf. It won't be normal life. Because it is only for 1,5 months, with planning of new things and jobs. Besides that there are new projects. Things to do that rip me out of normal life. And heck, I'll take those jumps without any doubt.
Posted on June 21, 2003
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Belgian filmcrew in Daheisheh
Today I went to Daheisheh, 2 belgian people were coming to film something in Karama. I made the contacts, the links, and Yasser just preferred that I came.
Sometimes I have the feeling we don't have the chance to talk. To do the things we should (like setting up this server, making the emailadresses etc.) but in the end it was good to come and to enjoy seeing kids beeing so excited of being filmed.
The encredible thing the filmcrew did was buying a viedaocamera to have the children film their own things. And they gave the camera to Karama. Amazing.
I think they really believe in the idea of Yasser, about him trying to realize something good for the kids.
I am happy to see that I am not the only one believing his dream. Not the only one who is thinking he is just an amazing guy.
Because sometimes it is hard, to make that distinction. Here in this country there is always disbelief, and people fear other people. Because they may harm.
It is strange. I mean, in Belgium we might think: 'what does this guy want from me', but not 'Does this guy wants to kill me.' I might put extremes here, but in a way that is what most people fear. Who is sincere and who isn't? Where are all these extremists if you meet all these nice people in the streets.
I follow my instinct, my heart, and happily til now, I never missed.
The fact that everybody I introduce to Yasser, think the same as me, is assuring me I am right.
It was amazing to see how the kids prepared this play they did for the cameras.
I had to smile. And to write it down.
PS It was on the newsbalk in Bethlehem Television that Daheisheh was beeing visited by Belgian Filmcrew. You should have seen those proud faces...
Posted on June 22, 2003
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Birthdayweekend
Days of extreme silence are just there to silence the things I've done.
Vincent and John just returned back to Belgium, and here we keep the gap.
It has to cool down, to sink, to think.
A great weekend of fun, thoughts and incredible laughs.
My soulbro was quiet, but I think he had enough in his mind to think about.
There will be enough emails that follow and talks when I arrive in Belgium.
Tamar managed to delay my ticket with 3 days in order to stay for the opening of the exhibition. (i'll post it soon)
Great party afterwards, they say.
It will make me very melancholic I guess.
But don't want to miss it anyway.
Ever felt your stomach schrinking together? It started today.
Will this last for one week?
Short resume of the last days...
John and Vincent arrived Thursday night. On John's 30th birthday. So Tamar and Sigal arranged a whole weekend full of things.
First we went drinking champagne on the beach, and saw sunrise. (hehe, champagne with peaches because we don't have strawberries anymore)
After that, some sleeping and going to Daheisheh, where Yasser prepared an amazing surprise: birthday cake in a cafe in Bethlehem. Amazing. I guess I would have been as stunned as John if it happened to me... It was kind of surrealistic: this beautiful birthdaycake full of candles, a darkened cafe, and all the other people looking to us. The second time he got his birthday....
In the morning the kids of Karama (www.karama.org) sung Happy Birthday in Arabic for John, showed an amazing show, and John and I (instead of Vincent!!!) turned into clowns.
I wanted to do this, something to give back after 8 months, fun for the kids that don't have real toys or things to do. Something special. Like we used to have 'Nonkel Bob' coming over giving a show. Something not to forget.
I guess we succeeded. They laughed. They were proud to come and show their own thing.
We made fools of ourselves, and had fun too.
At noon we dissapeared with the car to a vineyard, to Solomons pools, and drove the car to the fence.
The amazing fence, where everybody is talking about. We took pictures.
And suddenly, not totally unexspected, the Israeli Army came. Shouting, yelling, in Hebrew and later, to my surprise, in Arabic.
That we could not take pictures, that this was an army installation. I tried to say that this is in the news allover and that is 'just a fence', there is nothing more to it than this.
Yasser surprised us, by being very diplomatic and started talking. In the end he achieved that we could take pictures of the soldiers, behind the fence. Imagine! First you can't take pictures, and later they ask you to... Explanation needed please...
For me, again it was not th picture that was important, it was the way they came to us and did hat they did: trying to be an 'real soldier' by being rude.
The most amazing of it all: in the end the soldier asked us who we are, and to me: how old I was.
Imagine: they are trying to seduce you, with between you 5 metres of fence, and after being really unpolite for 15 minutes.
I started laughing and said it was ververy unpolite to ask a woman how old she is.
You should have seen how he coloured red... grin.
Later we arrived in Tel Aviv, where Sigal cooked (okok, John did the appetizer) and man, we had sooooo much fun. I wished Yasser could have been there.
Sahar, I miss you! smile.
Claudio and Sahar were amazing to the point, and everybody lied on the floor laughing...
Again the night was too short and after a short sleep we went up north to the Golan, rafting.
(Well, real rafting can be cathegorized elsewhere... but our tour can be compared to the kajaklevel on the Ourthe. -why don't they have raftboats there-)
And as we would do in the Ardennes, we did the same here: eat fish at Dan's river.
As we drove to the kibboets where we would going to sleep, w saw this enormous glow in the horizon. Somethin huge was on fire...
John and I had this catch and needed to know what it was. And the rest just had to follow. So we started driving towards this huge fire. Amazing. How something dangerous can attrack you to see. It was a long drive but when we finally got there, it was amazing. One strip of kilometres grass was on fire. It looked so apocalyptic. But beautiful.
Just one strip. For kilometres. Fire.
We were near the Syrian border, and the area is full of mines, a fireman explained us. So they were not planning to stop the fire. Chances of getting exploded were to big. They just controlled it not to go to living areas.
I took pictures, but they will never show what is in our heads.
As the fireman said: enjoy, you probably see this only once in a lifetime...
Wit that memory we went to sleep, or not... The room in the kibboets made some of us realize we could never live there. (Atleast I couldn't)
And more tired than before we had another (last) day, to go swimming in the Galilei.
-Uglyyyyyy water....- But hey, Jezus walked on the water here, so atleast we had to try to do the same...
Guess now we are sure, we are not the next Messiah. Big grin.
Rushing home because this lady had a presentation to do. (another story for another time)
and to soon the end of this weekend came, and we dropped our friends in the airport.
That's when the gap was open.
Somebody to fill it?
Guys, when reading this: you can't imagine how they are missing you...
Soon more stories. Now some work for the open studios...
Posted on June 30, 2003
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Presentation in school
So let me tell you bout the presentation I had.
You can't imagine...
As I foresaw, we were too late (well I arrived 10 to 5, and the presentation started at 5...) On top of it, all my necessary pictures were in Tamar's bag...
So I already agreed on the fact that this presentation was going to be a huge flop.
And in the way of the selffurfilling prophecy, it became a huge flop.
To be very honest, I didn't give a nuts. On the one hand I made this kind of thing that provoked. (and I knew...) on the other hand I was soooo tired. I didn't even defend myself. It turned out to be a discussion amongst teachers (like all presentations) and they were very hard on me.
It was ok. In some points they were right, in other I know they reacted very Israeli, defensive.
I learned a lot. And I guess this is still the purpose of those things (I consider school to learn something, so it is ok to make mistakes. We even have to make mistakes.)
Just until the point that one teacher started to call my work antisemetic. That was too much, so I interrupted, and because he didn't stop, the other teacher interrupted. It was way over the limit. I thought it was pretty amazing that this guy that doens't know me at all, declares on bases of worl that I am antisemitic...
Anyway, in order not to get into politics, I kept quiet. They didn't experience the things I saw, and one could consider as a good reason to hate what is happening here. But I was not willing to defend things that I don't want to defend.
I think Israeli's are making a big mistake, but it is not to me to declare that. I am trying to show other things.
They didn't see it that way.
The whole bullnuts of art went through, and I still think it is bullnuts in a way. Make nice and soft things. Instead this became a huge thing and at least people had to think, because I made them to.
Nobody will believe that I made a different idea for my presentation and for my Open Studio. Everybody will think I changed my Open Studio because of the critics. But Tamar and I know better... For my presentation I wanted two projectors, for Open Studio only one.
Why? Because things are lacking. I don't know yet what I will be showing... But that is ok.
I started to make some presentation with texts and lomo's, with pictures in a different way, pretty arty.
And guess what, right after I went into Tamar's office to say I made some goodlooking bullnuts, Nahum, the teacher came, and looked to the work, was surprised it was mine and said: 'Really nice work'
I had to smile.
People don't realize how difficult it is to make a good documentary, the work and mind it takes. Art is different, it is not easy either, but it is less involving. Less satisfying for me.
They look at pictures and say you're not involved, or it is like this style etc. Bullnuts. I dare them to ask to do the same, and talk then. All the art-critics...
This is what I learned from my art-teacher in high school: don't criticise unless you do it better. -So i started doing it. grin-
I am not a good artist, nor a good photographer. This is what they told me during 5 years.
Still I got the highest grades and achieved some things not so easy to get.
So I don't complain.
The times that critics could hurt me is over. So they don't.
Sigal will say on this that I did looked pale and that this writing is the proof I am busy with it. Ok, maybe it is, but not as before.
I got out of the presentation (Sigal and Vinnie kidnapped me) and we went to the beach.
That was far more interesting, because it was real.
Evrything is relative.
Th eonly question I had afterwards was: DO IMAGES MATTER?
I guess the answer is still yes for me, and that is reason enough to keep on going.
Posted on July 1, 2003
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Tag the city
So I am feeling veryvery tired. The reason: hectic weekend, and hectic week. Presentations, exhibitions, saying bye to everybody.
Crossing around.
This morning I said goodbye to my Daheisheh-family, and hell, it hurted. Really hurted.
Everybody says it is only for 4 months, but it feels like lifetime now.
Yasser and I had this amazing conversation, and fun. Lately I see the light in their eyes, Amal is dancing around as a real bellydancer, Teher smiles, and even serious Yasser has to laugh his amazing smile.
I guess the coming over of the guys was fun for him: imagine all these guys together talking about girls....
Now I 've told him I fancy girls, we started looking together to the nice buts. grin.
So maybe he finds a companion in me now...
Anyway, I will miss him.
His mother kept on saying how she liked me and how sweet my mother was. I gave her the sweetest hug I had and she started crying.
It is amazing you know. I know hardly some words Arabic, and still we are able to communicate in a way, and more important to appreciate because of our smiles and behaviours. Again it prooves that language is not allways the most important thing (although it improves a lot of things)
So I was pretty sad when I went back.
Sigal was worried and knows I crashed (because of lack of sleep and my sad mood)
Tamar the same, but she had it sooooo busy with the exhibition I really don't want to bother her. (Although I could jump on her to get a sweet hug.)
I try not to think how I will miss them. And yet by know I already think I do, because I almost have no time left with them.
In 4 months you're back, they say, but I guess they also know there is the first 2 weeks...
After the artworks and everything I went home (at Sigals) and to make myself better I decided to stick all those stickers I took at the consulate.
They say 'Life is worth living' and 'We are all human beings' I saw them last time, and yesterday I took most of them (because they are just lying there, and me, I wil
l stick them) The texts are translated in Arabic.
So I started to stick them in Tel Aviv, on my way home.
Everywhere you can see them now. (and very obvious they are leading to Sigal's place...)
I hope some people see them and think for a second about it.
I choose two important places. One is the bench of the homeless lady (who wasn't there now) and another was in front of the apartment of a friend of Sigals. When I met him he was very very sweet, but also very sad. He fought in Lebanon, and has so many bitter memories on it. It made me sad too. So I just hope he reads it too and tries to make his live worth living.
Further on, other ones are on ordinary places.
I hope the consul is not mad on me taking those stickers. grin. - I think not, you should now him...-
So I felt a little better after doing this. And when coming home Sigal was there, and we hugged, and everything felt ok.
Posted on July 2, 2003
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Exhibition and tattoo.
Yesterday Open Studio, the exhibition opened. It was fun. I show(ed) my Daheisheh pictures, and made some 'arty' stuff.
The last things I never showed to my teachers (if I showed my teachers any thing at all...) and they were quite surprised bout it. grin. It is contrary to what I do as a 'documentary photographer' but for me it all makes sense. Good sense.
So I made a new work yesterday in the last 10 minutes. Decided to do so. Because? Because I had some time left and I really wanted to make what I think. The words Tamar passed me suited so well...
So it was funny when Moshe Ninio, a teacher and art-critic asked me: this is new work. (I had to smile in myself, yes it is only 2 hours old...)
He started a lecture to me, on my work, which was quite interesting, but on the other hand it was an opening, and I was drunk because of vodka-orange and too hot temperature. I guess you can imagine how my conversation was.
He said my work was on blindness. Not of the people but of me.
So quite a critique again.
The funny thing was that again, I had to smile. It didn't matter.
I am not here to try to be an artist. I just want to have fun an ddo intersting stuff.
So when later in the night a man came to me to ask whether these pictures were mine (on Daheisheh stuff) and I confirmed, he said: 'Strong work'
You know, even if it isn't, it doesn't matter. Because I moved one person (who said it) and maybe others follow. And that's enough...
On the exhibition Debbie Baute came, a Belgian girl I was trying to meet during 8 months, and always there was a reason not to. It was nice to meet her. She wrote some stories for the Standaard diaries abroad. And when I met her, I was a little bit mad aboud myself not doing the effort of meeting her urlier. But I come back, and she'll be here. So nothing lost.
Great day, great memories.
Tamar, thanks for convincing me to stay some more days (but I guess that was not such a hard job)
Oh I got my tattoo. Finally after 10 years of speaking and 5 years of thinking what to put, a little swallow is born...
Don't tell to my grandmum!!!! She'll kill me...
Posted on July 4, 2003
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On a plane to Belgium
On the plane to london. K's choice in my ears. Two little nerds next to me.
Tears fall all over. I don't know what the steward thinks. And I don't care.
The last months, the last days flash through my head and I don't know what has been going on.
Images of completeness. Smiles, jokes. Fun. And intimacy.
The putting of the tattoo. A symbol. For the changement.
"I learned to let go of the illusion that we can possess
I learned to let go, I travel in stillness
And I'll remember happiness"
I don't know for sure I learned how to let go.
8 months ago I got on a plane and started to cry.
Jump to nowhere.
Nowhere turned out to be an amazing place. Well not a place, a mind of state between people.
Again I have to let go...
It is not the going that is difficult, it is the leaving, I wrote before.
And by now I know that's a reality.
I leave behind.
Nothing but friends (and some forgotten clothes...)
Tamar and Sigal smiled, 'you come back' they say. Sigal will be sitting on a plane next week, to Brussels, to see her 'Vinnie'
It makes the pain easier. I will be there, in the airport. To hug.
Tamar comes in August. I will be there. To love the blink.
The time will past fast, they say. I nod, careful, not sure about that.
I wonder where the fast time will be in the emptiness of the nights. Or in a studio that is empty. The laughing that stopped. The bedtimestories that are lacking. The talks on a roof or in a living room. The coffee. The little girl cheating on me. And later in the bed, putting her cheek against mine, and a smile. I still don't understand a word she says, and yet I know.
The feet in the water.
The hugs, soo many hugs...
Sarah screams in my ear: 'I don't know the answer to this day.'
Normally that is ok, but today, again it feels a little bit sad.
The purser comes around and askes whether I want meat or chicken. I order meat and think too late of the mad cows disease.
As dinner arrives, and I see the meat, it looks like mad cows.
The Bordeaux of 2001 tastes too sharp.
On top of it a choir of babies start crying.
I burst out in laughter. The woman next to me looks at me and starts laughing too. We're both sitting with headphones on high level in order to neglect the crying.
I guess I won't feel better til I am home and I will look for somebody to open arms and close them while I am inbetween.
Tel Aviv, I miss you.
My god, I miss you...
Posted on July 5, 2003
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On another plane to Brussels
On another plane, crossing the sky, going down to earth, coldplay in my ears.
A song that represents this 8 months.
And as I dive into the clouds I smile, it feels like heaven.
Suddenly all that I see is green land, and I have to smile, thinking of Tamar's words...
They would love it, and suddenly I realize what we have.
Heaven.
I do miss Tel Aviv, and Daheisheh, but I love to land in here. The swallw that returns.
That has to return to know what is left.
Things have changed. New buildings, new roads.
My grandparents pick me up, and suddenly there is my father with my shy little brother.
While driving to Ghent one day later, I can't stop loving my city.
It is soooo beautiful.
Maybe because I left it so long I can see its charm and beauty again.
And my god, it is so peaceful.
No stress, no police, no hurry, bikers on the streets, so many bikers, old charming houses,
The sun not to hot.
Everything is new again and I can enjoy: french fries, a normal little bread at noon
(instead of the pittabread from Tel Aviv) the sun on my skin, the water, the stones in the street.
I enjoy.
I get little messages from everybody mailing, smssing and calling if I am back. Funny, I was missed a little bit.
And I end up at my old job. Where I am now. Working again. (All my days are getting filled very easily, invitations for dinners etc.)
I know it will be for short, and after that I will be leaving for the big black again. But by now I know
I will land well.
I always do...
Posted on July 7, 2003
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Israel goes crazy?
Today in New York Daily (and lots of other newspapers...):
Israelis hit Syria
Avenge suicide attack by blasting Jihad camp
(By BILL HUTCHINSON)
Vowing to pursue terrorists and their supporters no matter where, Israel avenged a deadly weekend suicide bomb by blowing up what it said was an Islamic Jihad training camp in Syria.
The retaliatory strike, 10 miles outside of the Syrian capital of Damascus, represented a major new escalation in Israel's war on terror.
It was the first time in three decades that Israel had struck inside Syria, which the United States repeatedly has slammed for its support of terrorism.
"We will take whatever measure is necessary to defend our citizens, regardless of geographical location of these training camps," said Raanan Gissin, a spokesman for Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon.
He told CNN that Israel has decided "to enlarge the scope of our operation against the Islamic Jihad and Hamas."
U.S. allies Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Egypt and Jordan immediately condemned the strike, while Syria denied the site hit by Israel was a training camp.
What is going on?
Why are the Israeli ready to risk so much?
Why aren't they working together with the Americans in order to attack 'terroristic groups'?
Not so long ago the UN decided that groups like Hamas are terroristic groups and can be attacked.. So why is Israel attacking alone?
I really don't get it.
They are looking for peace? I don't see it, to me it looks like they are looking for war.
I think I should reconsider my flying ticket. I'll opt for open retour... For sure.
Posted on October 6, 2003
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Heaven is in your arms
Off we go. Tamar and I leave at 5 in the morning to the airport. To take a flight to Eilat.
To be honest, I probably would have taken the bus, because 5 hours on a bus is nothing compared to what I experienced in Turkey. But the mqin reason is my growing dislike to fly in Israel.
Anyway, we're flying...
Arrived in time (which is a real miracle if you know Tamar -just joking-) I get suddenly the usual international security check-up.
And yes, we miss our flight.
Because? Just because.
Man, I am taking an INTERNAL flight, if I would take a bomb, I would take a bus, not a plane.
They checked all luggage anyway, so why the questionary
So here we got: stuck in an airport, waiting for the next flight...
To be continued...
Continue...
At arrival we take a cab to the border, where we go to the border. It is amazing to see how Israel gets money from this going out... A cab for 10 euro, going out of Israel costs us 20 euro each person. Egypt does well to. Going in for free, but the cab costs 10 euro each person, entering the desert costs us 6 euro each person. Only for going and passing.
Tamar gets a little bit upset by this. 'We could have taken a flight to Cyprus or something, all included' I smile. I know what the desert is and what it does, I know she will relax and afterwards forget why she payed this money anyway...
And when we arrive at our superdeluxe husha's I know I am right.
Suddenly rest and peace get into everything.
I said to John I was going to sleep here for 4 days. Well, that's what I did: sleep and read.
Heaven...
Posted on October 8, 2003
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Tel Aviv calling
I got a phonecall today. From Tel Aviv.
And through a bad connection I could still understand almost all words.
I loved hearing the voice.
I loved reading words from a friend 'Yalla baby, come home.'
I enjoyed chatting with my pessimistic friend in Palestine.'It's fucked up.'
I guess it is strange to know that in 2 weeks I leave again.
And although this time things are totally different from my first time leaving for Tel Aviv, it will be still a jump in the dark.
It is always difficult and dangerous to go back to a certain place for the second time. Because you have expectations.
First time you never have, or if you have, you still don't know what reality will be like.
Going back to a place where you have been, is going back to something you know.
I try to drop the expectations, and realize things might be not as shiny as I would want them to be. Projects may be hard to realize. Pictures may be difficult to take.
One without expectations can't be dissapointed.
But who do we know without expectations?
Yes, I'll bring a bottle of champagne, and somebody will bring the strawberries, or the litchies, or the mango or whatever. And we'll sit on the beach.
As for the rest... We'll see.
We'll see. (smile)
Posted on October 9, 2003
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Flight confirmed
This reminds me of exactly one year ago...
But yes, it is the confirmation for next week...
Sigal and Tamar, be prepared...
SN BRUSSELS AIRLINES - SN 3291
THU 23OCT BRUSSELS BE TELAVIV YAFO IL 1910 2335
NATIONAL BEN GURIO INTL
NON STOP DURATION 4:25
NON SMOKING
RESERVATION CONFIRMED - L ECONOMY
ON BOARD: DINNER
AIRCRAFT OWNER :SN SN BRUSSELS AIRLINES
COCKPIT CREW :SN SN BRUSSELS AIRLINES
CABIN CREW :SN SN BRUSSELS AIRLINES
EQUIPMENT:AIRBUS INDUSTRIE A319
SEAT 13D NO SMOKING CONFIRMED DEHANDSCHUTTER/INEMRS
Posted on October 13, 2003
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Getting a visum
This morning I went to the Embassy of Israel in Brussels.
Although this embassy is not where the others are, this is probably the best protected... All the time one combi checking everything, and closed as a prison.
Israeli security guys checking everything, even my grandfather who was just parking the car and strolling a little bit while awaiting me (yeahyeah, he looks like an Italian maffiosi ready to explode embassies...)
Anyway, me going inside to get an visum would turn out to be me coming out of an emabassy without a visum...
Sometimes I wonder how complicate they make their administrative tools...
I called before coming: 'No problem, just come and fetch it'.
And then when you arrive:'Sorry you'll have to come back.'
'Why?' 'You need to bring the letter that says you got a scholarship.'
'Why? This embassy has sent it to me, so somebody in here should know. There has to be a copy here.' 'Yeah maybe, but you should send it.'
Give me a break...
And again the questions on the stamps in my passport...
C'mon, don't you see I got a stamp for Israel after the other stamps?
I have been there for 8 months already.
Security check all over...
Suddenly all these questionaries, all this paperwork comes back...
I'll be prepared.
Because maybe when I fetch the passport a next questionary, and when I catch a plane again and when I land in Tel Aviv I will have to repeat again...
Shall I just say I go to see a lover? :)
So this story: will be continued. Will she get a passport or not??? grin.
Posted on October 15, 2003
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Embassy story
Today I checked for my visum...
Well seems I have 2 sick persons now, and no visum yet...
Great.
Hopefully they work this afternoon and give me a call.
The woman on the phone was short with words. Don't know how to say this in English, in Dutch they say 'afgemeten', like she didn't want to spill a worth to much.
Prepares me on what will come.
Although I know Israel a little bit by now, the culture shock will be big again.
The goodmorning or friendly hello seems a waste of time, and can be dropped.
It happens all the time when you visit a shop or whatever. They look at you with amazed eyes, when you wish them a happy morning and after the visit a happy day.
They really don't understand.
(I have to explain this because otherwise my friends will kill me... This habit is applied to strangers, people they don't know, once they know you, you'll get anything. And exceptions do exist. -exactly these exceptions are now my friends ;) -)
After a short good bye the phone clicked and I was thinking: No visum yet... 4 days to go...
Posted on October 17, 2003
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Beautiful ladies from Tel Aviv calling
So got a bunch of mails... Sigal moved to a bigger apartment, and I can stay there for a while.
Sooooo curious to see (seems we ;) have a big garden.)
And guess what, it is closer to the sea than where I stayed before.
Will be reading books on the beach soon.
Only 6 days to go...
Let's party...
Posted on October 17, 2003
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Leaving
Only few hours to go... Flight Tel Aviv will take off.
There we go again...

Smiling from here till there.
(Put your arms wide open. Wider... Everything what's in between and more...)
For all those that I didn't see before take off: sorry. Have been running lately.
But you're in my head.
For those I saw: thanks for the magnificent hours. I enjoyed the bubbles.
Soo much ;)
Bubbles ready in my bag, to open on a wide empty beach in TLV.
I'll picture it.
(Standing in a T-shirt in 30 degrees... hehehe... to people in TLV: we have extreme temperatures in Belgium: 2 degrees today. Brrrrr. Looking forward to feel your sun on my skin.)
Posted on October 23, 2003
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I arrived
Who would ever assumed 4 days ago that I really would get here after all. The girls in the embassy decided after 4 days that I could get my passport -and this time it even has the right inscription: student at Bezalel. Last year I was studying at Tel Aviv University according to the embassy-
So I got on the plane, the funny thing was by check up in the airport they didn't understand why I had a visum. So I had to explain them. Funny world upside down.
At arrival I got the smootest entry ever: no questions, no check ups of luggage.
And there I was, standing in Tel Aviv again.
And some moments later: there they were, two stunning ladies, coming to pick me up.
Taking me home.
After long talks and cuddles and hugs, I felt asleep.
Safely arrived indeed.
Posted on October 24, 2003
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Dinner at Shelly's
Today shabbat. Having dinner at Shelly's. Tamar's sis.
And suddenly the Israeli noises come back...
I am not used to it anymore. It is a funny cosy evening, but heck I never understood how they can understand each other in soo much noise.
Television in the background, 6 different people having 3 different conversations above each others heads.
I silence the evening, because I am really tired. Got hit by the big hammer.
But also because I am looking at this thing from a distance while in my mind I compair to Belgium. I guess we were never noisy people and intend to shut up easier than f.e the Dutch but you should experience this to understand what I mean by noisy...
This little country is a country of screamers. Maybe this is why they are in the news all the time -although they say nobody listens to them-
And again openess invites me to feel at home. And yes, I know I can sleep on the couch if I want to, that I don't have to feel shy, and that I can feel as home.
We could never imagine it: sleeping at a friends of a friends place.
And yet.
The only reason why I don't? Because it is really too noisy... ;)
Posted on October 24, 2003
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Sleeping
Slept like 12 hours. Needed it.
After all the rushing at home, and the long nights the past few days.
Didn't feel the sea yet.
But will so, soon.
Tomorrow first day of school.
And suddenly I realize: I am back in Tel Aviv, I really am.
Sometimes all of this seems a long dream.
But when Tamar squeezes my arm, I know it is not.
I close my eyes for a second, want to keep the dream for some seconds longer.
Tomorrow the real work will start...
Posted on October 25, 2003
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Documentary projects
can get scholarships here...
Fifty Crows is an international photofund for photo documentaries.
Truly interesting.
Posted on October 26, 2003
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Rabin
While surfing the web I found this photo documentary.
A documentary photographer, graduated at Bezalel, the same school I am in.
What interested me was one of his links:
Murder in the Name of God : The Plot to Kill Yitzhak Rabin
Michael Karpin's and Ina Friedman's book describing the relegious zeoltry that led to the assasination of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin. The book traces many of the leading figures of the Jewish extreme right and thickens the questions surrounding their envolvement in creating the dangerous atmosphere that led to Rabin's murder.
Rabin was killed already 8 years ago.
Nov 1st there will be a memorial wich will be gathered by thousands of people.
We'll be there.
By then somebody should explain me more about what happened that day, and the political environment.
Or I just have to read the book...
Posted on October 26, 2003
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School
"How can we not see here, immanent in the geometral dimension - a partial dimension in the field of the gaze, a dimension that has nothing to do with vision as such - something symbolic of the function of the lack, of the appearance of the phallic ghost?
. . . But it is further still that we must seek the function of vision. We shall then see emerging on the basis of vision, not the phallic symbol, the anamorphic ghost, but the gaze as such, in its pulsatile, dazzling, and expansive function, as it is in this picture."
Jacques Lacan, Seminar XI
First day of school... I forgot what it is not to understand Hebrew.
Now I remember. (After a long night of conversations, people talking in an alien language for 2 hours is too much. I almost dooze off.)
This program in school is not made for foreign students that not know the Hebrew language. One should be advanced.
I am not.
The quote above is part of a class I am supposed to follow.
(Imagine, I don't understand it yet in English or Dutch...)
I am interested though. Will be reading the books in French. :)
And Tim, our philosopher, can help me out...
(For interested people: Lacan might be interesting, Roland Barthes is even more for photographers with his book: La chambre claire)
Posted on October 26, 2003
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Israeli Barrier Turns Harvest Into Ordeal
Out of a newspaper:
Seen behind barbed wire, part of the separation fence Israel is building, Palestinian Zakiya Faid Shammasi, works in olive harvest Wednesday Oct. 15, 2003. Nearly three-fourths of Jayous' farmland, or 2,250 out of 3,000 acres, is now on the "Israeli" side of the separation fence Israel is building, cutting them off from the village itself. The residents, along with thousands of other Palestinians along the West Bank must now apply for permits to cross Israeli army controlled barriers to get to their fields and back. Israel says it needs the line of obstacles _ fences, trenches and razor wires _ to keep out suicide bombers and gunmen who have killed hundreds of Israelis in the past three years of fighting.
When the gate finally opened and the Israeli soldiers let eight farmers through to their fields, plaintive cries went up from the dozens left behind: "Please water my tomatoes." "Please please pick up some of my olive sacks."
The barrier that Israel is building in defiance of international protest is meant to keep suicide bombers at bay. But it's also cutting off thousands of Palestinians from their land and disrupting the West Bank's ancient farming rhythms, especially these days as the olive harvest, normally a joyous occasion, turns into a nightmare.
(by LARA SUKHTIAN Associated Press Writer, the whole article here)
Israel says that this wall will stop terrorattacks.
That it stops Palestinians to have food is also a side of the story...
images: Ine Dehandschutter, June 2003
We want to change and try to drop the wall in people's heads...: www.snowblog.net
Posted on October 27, 2003
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Sunset
Somebody asked me whether I touched the sea by now?
Yes, tonight I watched one of the magnificent sunsets, with wet feet.
While Coldplay was singing in car radios, I was enjoying the noise and smell of this sea.
Synchro all over again...
Posted on October 27, 2003
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Stuck to my comp
Yes finally, made it...
Networkwire to my comp and all the gates are open. This is what I've been waiting for (and what i've missed in Belgium being at home without a fast connection..)
Will be busy working around on the web. Just found out that there are good reasons to be on the comp...
So whoever is saying I am wasting my time on the web.
You've got it soooo wrong... ;)
Posted on October 28, 2003
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Party at Bezalel

And it was a blast.
Check pics here
Posted on October 30, 2003
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Memorial Rabin

Imagine 150000 people together on a square. Imagine the same thing in Israel (I can tell you that there is a huge difference in achieving this...)
This is what happened yesterday.
All the people gathered on Rabin Square, where he got murdered 8 years ago.
Youngsters, elderly, everybody, mostly left-winged.
For me it was a gathering of lost hope.
Most of the people in Israel divide time in 2 parts: before and after the killing of Rabin.
Several times I heard the question: What would have happened if they would not have shot him?
We'll never know.
150000 people. 1 day a year. Doesn't change a thing...
I wonder what Rabin would think of this if he saw it. He would be flattered, for sure. But I believe he would be dissapointed that they are just standing there.
That there are 150000 people who might change something, but don't. That in 8 years nothing changed for the better.
Posted on November 2, 2003
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Michael Karpin continued
Remember some days ago I wrote something on Michael Karpin's book.
Suddenly Tamar comes to me and says: "This guy is the husband of a friend of mine."
Guess the world will always be a small place...
So I joked and said that she should look for a free copy because I am advertising his book on this blog.
Two days later I get the message that I can go and speak with him.
Really have to take that chance.
It might get me into another view on this situation.
By now my request to know more on Rabin and background has profoundly be furfilled by Sigal (cruising me through Rabin's site) and Tamar, talkingtalking and showing me Karpin's documentary on the conspiracy against Rabin.
Toda raba for that.
So hopefully soon more on that talk (have to prepare and read the book first though)
Posted on November 2, 2003
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Being back again
I guess last year I really wondered if coming back was such a good idea...
I mean, some times you ruin the memory by your expectations of a new journey.
I took the risk (and off course I backed myself up, with a return flight in December, just in case things went wrong)
But creating new moments and keeping the memories is possible.
I am truly happy that I came back.
The school has a different dimension, and except for the fact that the people are not longer strange individuals that speak a alien language, the fact that I get to be involved in the school aspect is helping a lot. I am no longer the stranger floating on an isle.
(The main reason for this is a discussion with my fantastic executive administrator :) and the back up of some other people that agreed on my point of view.)
I guess in every school you have this problem as a foreigner, but in the end it is the task of the school to do something about it.
My school did.
So by now off course I have to start working for this school :)
Piles of literature are being stocked in the toilet and near the bed.
Some of my thoughts will be reflected on this site.
Posted on November 3, 2003
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Uit mijn archieven
Dit fragment dateert van 22 december 2003, maar is nog steeds even actueel...
Na een bezoek aan Ruth Hiller, frontvrouw van new Profile, schreef ik de volgende tekst.
Het is boeiend om een verhaal te horen dat komt uit een andere hoek: die van de Israeli zelf.
Israël is de laatste weken in de Belgische media. Wegens Sharon. Het Belgische gerecht besliste immers dat Sharon kan vervolgd worden, als hij geen minister-functie meer uitoefent. Israël heeft in België nogal een vrij negatieve connotatie en de pro-Palestijnse betogingen zijn er talrijk. Maar we mogen niet vergeten dat in dit land ook nog andere mensen wonen, mensen die niet akkoord zijn met wat er in de bezette gebieden gebeurt.
Yinnon is zo iemand, hij is intussen 18, en weigert zijn legerdienst te doen, want hij wil niet meewerken aan de Zionistische staat, niet ten koste van de Palestijnen...
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Posted on November 4, 2003
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Uit mijn archieven II
Ook dit fragment komt uit archieven. 31 december 2002 vertelt mijn tekstverwerker me.
De vraag hoe en waarom mensen zichzelf kunnen opblazen, is er eentje die elke westerling zich stelt.
Na 8 maanden hier te wonen heb ik er nog steeds geen antwoord op, maar ik stel me wel de vragen bij het 'moslim fundamentalisme' dat altijd in de mond wordt genomen.
Als enkele weken geleden een jonge Palestijnse vrouw, advokate van opleiding en met een toekomst in het vooruitzicht, zichzelf opblaast in een café in Haifa, dan vraagt de rest van de wereld zich af wat er in haar hoofd omging.
We zullen het nooit weten.
Ik wandel door Palestina, de straten hangen vol met fotos van martelaren al dan niet omgekomen bij zelfmoordaanslagen.
Een foto van de 95-jarige vrouw die enkele weken omkwam toont me geen terrorist. De vrouw stapte in een taxi, nadat ze boodschappen had gedaan op de markt. Goed en wel in de auto geraakt, ontplofte het tuig, door een Israëlische raket.
De verklaring van het Israëlische leger later was kort en formeel: We waren van het idee dat er een terrorist van Hamas in de auto zat.
En zo zijn er meer verhalen. In een taxi op weg naar Hebron vertelde de man naast me, een Palestijn, We zijn niet veilig in deze wagen. Ik keek hem aan en vroeg waarom. Wel als de Israëliers denken dat hier een lid van Hamas in de taxi zit, blazen ze hem gewoon op. Mijn hart sloeg een slag over, en tegelijk besefte ik waar de mensen hier mee leven, welke stressfactor hier heerst.
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Posted on November 4, 2003
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Uit mijn archieven III
Er zijn al een paar regeringen over gevallen, en zo verging het ook de laatste: de problematiek van de settlements in Israël en zijn bezette gebieden.
In het woordenboek vind ik onder settlement:
Main Entry: set·tle·ment
Pronunciation: 'se-t &l-m&nt
Function: noun
Date: 1648
1:the act or process of settling
2 a :an act of bestowing or giving possession under legal sanction b:the sum, estate, or income secured to one by such a settlement
3 a :occupation by settlers b:a place or region newly settled c:a small village
4:SETTLEMENT HOUSE
5:an agreement composing differences
6:payment or adjustment of an account
Het woordenboek verzwijgt echter in alle talen de verhalen van de mensen die hun woonst moeten verlaten omwille van de komst van een settlement.
Dit is het verhaal van Mohanna Abu Arab.
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Posted on November 4, 2003
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Going to my other home...

(preparing for evening call)
Yesterday I left for Daheisheh, to see my friends over there.
Itis only lying on a 1 hour drive from here, but for some reason I always forget it will take me 2 hours atleast to get there.
If I am lucky.
When I take the servicetaxi in Jerusalem, we are stopped by the army on the first crossing.
Ok, it will take me more than 2 hours this time...
I don't have a clue what they are checking, but they want all the passports. Probably they want to see if there are people here that don't have the Jerusalem ID.
Palestinians have two kinds of ID's (in fact three)
You have the Jerusalem ID, they are allowed to be in Jerusalem, because they live there, they are allowed to visit the Palestinian Authority. Then you have the Palestinian Authority ID. THey are not allowed to be in Jerusalem unless they have an special permission. This special permission is hard to get. People that work in Jerusalem get it, or when they have family there, sometimes they get a special temporary permission. But most of the time they don't. The same thing for somebody who lives f.e im Bethlehem and wants to go to Ramallah. He has to have a special permission. If he hasn't, they don't let him pass the checkpoint.
Because there is no work in the PA, and because sometimes people do want to visit their family, they sneak over the border. Hoping they won't get caught.
Check ups like the one in the service taxi are looking for this people (offcourse everybody has a fake Jerusalem ID if they are 'illegal' in Jerusalem)(most of the time the 'illegals' are men, working illegal in Jerusalem, to earn some money to buy food for home.)
Finally we can go, and everybody can stay.
20 min later we arrive at the checkpoint, where I pass without any problem.
Two Palestinians did not pass, they are standing, legs wide spread and arms above their head.
Several times when I passed this checkpoint I saw things like this.
Soldiers won't give an explantion for that.
It is rather humiliating to experience such a thing, even looking at it makes me feel sick...
Finally I arrive at my family. They welcome me in the streets: I am right in time. The music from the mosk is the call for supper. Ramadan is busy, and people are not allowed to eat from 4 in the morning till 5 in the evening. It is 5.20 and I am invited to join their supper.
It feels like home again.
Posted on November 6, 2003
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Suicide bombing
Few days ago I had a discussion with an Israeli friend.
The discussion was on suicide bombers.
I dont agree what suicide bombers do. They consider themselves as freedomfighters, but after years of this fighting, I dont see the results of it. As a matter of fact, I only see a lot of innocent people get killed.
Yet I think we should ask ourselves Why? A question without an answer in this case, I still try to understand.
Some time ago, a man killed himself in Café Hillel in Jerusalem. With him a lot of others died, and several got hurt.
Sigal emailed this amazing letter from a father whos son had died in this tragedy.
The story told how after everything that happended this father said that exactly because thee attacks the struggle for peace should continue.
It was a hopeful letter.
My friend Yasser got it too, and I dont know if he read it till the end. He was upset because of it. This is again telling the story from the Israeli side, and focussing on the Israeli victims, but the other side of the story is left out. What about the Palestinians that get killed every day? Of course this is not what the letter meant to say, but yet it has a point.
Point taken.
Yasser tells me he knew the guy who did it, 10 years ago. They were together in the prison (Almost every male Palestinian from the age of 16 on has been in jail..)
It was one of the friendliest and clever guys I ever met, so I was quite surprised to hear that hey had explode himself. I called to check it was really him, it was, so I asked how comes. Seems that he had lost family due to this war. That at a certain point hey could not take it anymore
This is no excuse at all, my Israeli friend almost yells.
It is no excuse that he is exploding innocent people because his family died.
It is not, not at all, but it is an explanation.
I answer her, that on the Palestinian side also a lot of innocents die. Children, women.
It is not the same, you cant compare
Why not?
Because thats war. That is soldiers fighting. We dont go and explode ourselves amongst civilians.
The only thing I see is innocent children dying on both sides. The only thing I see is useless fights while there could be peace.
You cant connect this to another.
Oh yes we can, because if there wasnt this thing going on in the so called Occupied Territories there would be no suicide bombers at all. There would be no people so desperate to kill themselves. The suicide bombers is a monster this conflict has created.
Yasser told me on thing about it. These people consider themselves dead already, they can get killed without a use, like most of their family did, or they try to fight and die while giving the world a sign: Something is definitely wrong here, and you should do something about it.
Posted on November 7, 2003
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Checkpointed closed.

When I take the taxi to the checkpoint something strange happens: we get to another road.
What is wrong?
Checkpoint is closed, says the driver. Why? He doesnt know.
We have to walk a 100m to find out what is going on.
Yasser walks very carefully, slowly. Something is wrong, Ine. Look, a army jeep there, another one there.
As we near the checkpoint one of the cars is telling us to go back. In Hebrew. How am I supposed to understand? (After years of orders like this the Palestinians do understand what is said.) The checkpoint is closed, Yasser translates. We are not allowed to go closer, we should go home. You go, he adds.
I smile a little smile, not so brave inside. What will they do Ine, shoot you?
Yasser stays behind, this situation is to dangerous for him (as a Palestinian), last time I went away, a army jeep stopped his taxi and pointed a gun at the drivers head, because this one didnt understand Hebrew, so he didnt know what they told him to do.
I go slowly towards the jeep. My camera in the air, and screaming that I dont understand Hebrew. The megaphone answers in English that the checkpoint is closed for 2 days and that I should go back.
I continue.
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Posted on November 7, 2003
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On Vacation in Daheisheh
Ad!dict magazine has a new issue on Vacations. I offered them to do an item on Vacation is the Occupied Territories
So I went to Karama and talked with the kids on their vacation.
This is what they told me:
Hadir 14y old,
Last vacation I went to visit some friends. My family lives in Syria and Libanon (they are refugees there) and so we only can go to our friends here. I played basketball and went to swim on top of Beitjallah (a city near Bethlehem, only 10min from where she lives)
Last vacation was not so nice because of the occupation.
There are a lot of attacks, soldiers that come into our houses, and there are killings.
My family is afraid that something will happen to me, so I am not allowed to go and play wherever I want.
Sometimes our vacation seems to be a prison, because we cannot play whenever we want, there was a lot of cerfew, so we had to stay inside, even the windows could not be open because of the bullets.
Sometimes is is better not to have vacation but go to school.
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Posted on November 7, 2003
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Crashing

My thoughts run empty.
I guess a lack of sleep hasnt done me well.
Why do the kids next door seem to kill each other at the most impossible hour in the morning?
I feel there is crying ready to burst out, and the only thing I can think about is my mum, whispering in the background I told you, when you dont sleep enough you are always a wreck.
Shes right again.
I want to run, need the peace within itself. And dont find it at this moment.
I dont think I am the perfect conversation partner although I really try. I just cant.
This is me, this is where I block.
Ive been running for everything and nothing. To stress about things that had to arrive into someones computer, to stress about things that did not arrive in my computer, to run and be late everywhere, and to wait for other people to be late at me.
So here I am sitting, silencing things. Having people around me, but not really being into the conversation.
Not understanding Hebrew can sometimes be very annoying, today it is only satisfying. I let the words sound like little bees buzzing around. I close my eyes.
I stop.
I silently scream.
And I take a silent walk outside.
To find peace within itself.
Posted on November 8, 2003
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'The Mother'
Sigal took me to this amazing movie.
The Mother.
British Council has to decide to do an opening with this movie.
They should.
It is a story on a mother and a father, I guess they are like 70 years old.
Or older.
Suddenly the father dies, and the story of the mother gets told.
The insecurity of elderly people, what to do with their life, when suddenly security drops.
How their children put them away in homes, and how the seniors of today are still smart enough not wanting to be there.
Their life isnt finished at 70 anymore.
It is about sex, about children, about being the babysitter, about modern society tearing the elderly into pieces.
I cried several times.
And although the movie was a little bit too long, the time was needed to tell the story.
It made me think of my fantastic grandparents. Who are always there. Any moment.
My grandmother called today, shes sick. But she is also sick of worrying about me.
She should know better, she knows that I am being taken care of. (Tamar, maybe you should write a letter to her
)
Their infinite love for me and for my sister and my little nephew.
They are still together. I guess we see it as such a normal thing.
But what would the one do without the other? How would they survive?
In older days, children would take care of that. Parents suddenly move to their children or vice-versa.
These things have changed. Elderly people go to homes, or service flats.
Stick to each other. Or get out of the picture.
I remember the stories of my father. He moved to his grandmother when she got to be alone. And while I think of it, I have to say how I am proud of such a thing.
Movies like this and living in a culture based on family values make you think on this subject.
How we have lost to take care because a system is backing us up.
But the system is not backing up on love.
When the day is there, I hope that I will be one giving that love.
Posted on November 8, 2003
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Blogging
My mum has sent me an article on blogging.
In the end the article mentions that blogging will become totally unuseless and will dissapear for that reason.
Why I blog?
Posted on November 10, 2003
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Moved
(me too tired after unpacking boxes, and partying the night before...)
It is so funny, I've checked my latest postings and seems I have forgotten to mention about it: I moved.
Well, Sigal moved. She had had enough and moved to another place, with garden. So I moved too. After filling up boxes for days, we moved in a weekend, and after moving, we have been busy unpacking all those boxes.
In the weekend we did a little dinner for friends (with my lovely Sahar, with the still unknown Kerenka, and off course Tamar)
So now I live in this amazing nice flat, with a huge garden (unfortunately it has been raining last two days. Real thunder. Love it)
Truly funny that I forgot to mention, seems I have been so busy with everything and nothing, with events happening and more.
I only noticed when my grandmother asked my address. Wich Sigal will post in the comments. Because I still don't know it.
So I've moved 5 times in as many months. It is getting a habit...
Posted on November 11, 2003
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Brief voor meter

Dag liefste meter,
Mama vertelde me dat je je zorgen maakte, omdat de stem in de telefoon verdraaid Hebreeuws leek, en je er geen jota van verstond.
Het was dus absoluut niet ik, want Hebreeuws is nog steeds Chinees voor me (op enkele eenvoudige woorden na).
Op school krijg ik dankzij Tamar nu ook Engelstalige vertalingen van mijn klas, en dat is een hele geruststelling. Zo kan ik op het einde van dit jaar misschien wel een diploma halen...
Verder woon ik met Sigal in een nieuw appartement. Met tuin, om lekker in uit te rusten na een lange dag.
Sigal stelde voor om een vriendin die patchworkt te contacteren, en als je dat zou willen kan je hier komen logeren, je krijgt zelfs de slaapkamer als je komt.
Verder helemaal niets nieuws onder de zon. Yasser en zijn familie doen het nog steeds goed, en het is verbazend te zien wat ie al met karama, zijn organisatie, deed voor de kinderen ginds.
Dana, van Tamar, is supergegroeid en speelt nu Superman met me.
Vandaag ga ik het dansstuk van een vriend gaan fotograferen, overmorgen een etentje met de consul en zijn familie en later terug naar Daheisheh.
Om te fotograferen en te kijken hoe we het internet-project nu helemaal gaan aanpakken. Het leven op zijn gewone gangetje.
Heel wat werk voor de boeg dus, zij die denken dat ik hier op mijn gat zit hebben het mis.
(Ik kan je vertellen dat zondagnamiddag, maandagavond en woensdagavond ik les heb, dus dan moet je niet proberen bellen.)
Soit, dat was het voor vandaag.
Dikke kussen (en ik hoop dat jij al bijna genezen bent)
Ine
Posted on November 12, 2003
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Dinner at consuls
Héhé, not so many stories on the web lately, though they are in my head.
Too much to write them at once.
Last Friday, I was invited at the consuls house in East-Jerusalem. For a dinner.
A magnificent house, with a beautiful garden. I am not so good in naming styles, but this one dates from the 30s. Straight lines, huge windows, light coming in like a waterfall.
This is the first thing that I need in a house: light.
Light that smashes on the walls on bright and shiny days, or seems to touch the walls very softly when dawn starts to fall.
The second thing I need: atmosphere, the knowledge that the house has been living together with its inhabitants.
The apartment I used to live in, in Ghent, had it all: a tall ceiling of 3.5 m high (for which my sister might leave the house due to a high energy bill) and windows with almost the same height. A character, build by the first owners and the one that followed. The Grandeur of those days.
I guess I hope that one day I can afford to buy such a house. I never intend to build a new one. Although the one my parents build has this certain modernism I really like, I still prefer old houses.
And thats what I saw in Jerusalem. (Except, this one, was way to big for me, I cant imagine cleaning it. Or I have to find myself a very rich love that pays the bills for the cleaner, the gardener, the cook, etc )
The consul and his wife took the great task of restoring it as it was known in the 40s, with original furniture and everything.
With the great dinner on fine plates, the right paintings on the walls, and many other details, suddenly everything seemed to be happening in a different era.
And there I was, amongst.
Enjoying as ever
Posted on November 17, 2003
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Long journey

(© by Yasser AlHaj)
Every time I take a trip to Daheisheh, it is a true adventure
This Friday, Damascus Gate is full of people, more than on usual Fridays, because of Ramadan.
Muslims visit on Friday the El Aqsa Mosque. But during Ramadan, people that usually go to the mosque in their town, want to come to El Aqsa. So Damascus gate is full of old ladies and men, and other that got a permission to go to Al Quds (Arabic for Jerusalem)
Around 3 PM, everybody is hurrying up to go home, to be there for dinner. Since it will be the first time that day, they are allowed to eat.
So there I am, standing, waiting for a cab.
All taxis are gone. All the streets are full of cars.
After 30min, finally I get into a service taxi that will drop me at Gilo checkpoint, together with 3 busses full of people.
I am lucky and will be one of the first to get through the checkpoint
But there another thing happens: almost all cabs are gone.
I am lucky to be in Bethlehem, where there are Christians, that dont do Ramadan.
So finally after 1,5h, I arrive at Yassers, where, off course I am too late for the meal
Still it is like coming home. But I am truly exhausted and pretty pissed off about this long journey (for only 15km )
Later Yasser and I will go to a bar, to talk about things in life.
While he drinks coffee and I enjoy a glass of red wine, he will change my mood and make me smile.
Later when walking home, we will find myself a nice car, and joke about it all.
I stare at the moon, let nice thoughts pass by, make a short phonecall to hear nice voices in my ear and smile.
Again I am the lucky one.
Posted on November 17, 2003
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Another dinner

Yasser looks at me: My mother invites you for Ramadan dinner tonight.
I dont know what to do. I have to be in school one day later, dont have much spare clothes with me. But what will I miss?
Everything
I decide to stay. I will take an early buss in the morning.
Yasser smiles happy, when he hears this decision, tries to prolong my journey, but finally agrees that leaving in the morning is a good option.
So I stay for dinner, which one has to experience to know what Ramadan is about. (Check some pics here)
The whole family gathers in a house, where several women are preparing the food, while the children help to bring the plates, everybody eats out of one plate, and I cant feel anything else then a true close community. You feel that people take care of each other. Totally different from our western culture.
And while everybody is eating, I cant stop taking pictures.
The family is kind of used by it now, but still they dont understand how one can choose for work instead of food.
For me the hunger for good images is bigger than the food.
And when later, after the dinner, I am still taking pictures, Yasser drags me to another house.
They gonna slaughter a goat I hide behind the camera when taking the pictures. I cant stand blood. I am the kind of person that faints when having a scratch in my finger
But the camera is a shield, a filter through which I can see things from a distance. And thus I stay and picture the event.
I feel delirious of all these things, first of all I know I have some good pictures, secondly the harmony that one can feel during these days is fulfilling.
Although the situation is bad, people seem to keep on going.
When the next morning I leave for Tel Aviv, Yasser comes to say good bye I see you next week?
Off course he sees me next week. You can give me all the money of the world, I wont miss the feast
Posted on November 17, 2003
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Brief aan mama

Dag Liefste Mama van de hele Wereld.
Jij mailt me dat ik briefjes moet schrijven naar meter, dat die ongerust is.
Maar vandaag schrijf ik liever eentje aan jou.
Gewoon, even.
Ben bijna een maand hier nu.
En wat voor een maand...
Vorige week op bezoek bij de consul en zijn familie. Superlieve mensen.
Ik denk dat het voor hen ook soms lastig is om in dit rare land te wonen. Leven tussen bommen en soldaten die door de straten patrouilleren is toch altijd even anders dan het rustige Tollembeek.
Daarna een totale switch: Yasser en zijn familie. Ramadan etentje. Zoals je je wellicht wel herinnert van vorig jaar.
Ramadan, waar je overdag niet mag eten, maar velen toch niet volhouden en in het geniep hun sigeret roken, of hun koffie drinken, of stiekem eten. Om je dood te lachen.
Fanatiek noemen ze dat dan. Het is allemaal veel realtiever als je het van dichtbij meebeleeft (wat niet wil zeggen dat er geen anderen zijn)
Yasser's mam vraagt iedere keer naar jou. En dan moet ik iedere keer opnieuw vertellen dat ik in december naar huis kom en dat jij wellicht in april naar hier komt en hen zal bezoeken.
Steeds weer is het allemaal een verrijking.
Laat vallen die centen, laat me leven met wat ik heb.
Geen huis, geen auto, geen kleerkast vol met kleren (op die van thuis na...) maar wel die culturele verrijking.
Gisteren nam Sigal me mee naar een joods othodox huwelijk. Je weet wel, die rare zwarte mannen, die je ook wel in Antwerpen ziet.
Sigal's zus is joods orthodox. Een hele uitleg hoe dat komt. Sigal's familie is een verhaal waard: haar broer is homo (en dat wordt volgens de joods orthodoxen niet aanvaard), haar zus joods orthodox, Sigal uiterst links, sommigen van de familie rechts. Zelf komen ze van marokkaans joodse afkomst. Kortom de hele complexe wereld in een familie.
En het mooiste van al: het is en blijft een hechte familie.
Ik denk dat het dat is dat me het meeste treft in deze cultuur: de hechtheid van families.
Het huwelijk was al even gek: mannen en vrouwen worden gescheiden door een soort muur. Waarna ze apart eten, en later lekker gaan gluren om elkaar toch te zien.
Ook de niet orthodoxen moeten dit respecteren, en plots zie je hoe al die mannen hulpeloos zijn zonder hun vrouwen... Elke 5 min komen ze even checken. Dan denken die vrouwen even een avond te kunnen palaveren onder elkaar. Mis poes.
En dan geheime afspraakjes tussen de muren door, met allerlei rare codes.
Opnieuw om je dood te gieren.
Ze lijken veel op elkaar die joden en moslims...
3 werelden op drie dagen tijd. Soms is het onbegrijpbaar, ongrijpbaar en probeer ik het duidelijk te maken aan vrienden, hoe raar mijn wereld soms is.
Hoe ik de kans heb om te switchen van de ene wereld in de andere, alsof ik door Barabas' tijdsmachine -plaatsmachine spring.
En dan als ik 's avonds in bed lig en denk aan alle rekeningen en alle andere zever, denk ik aan jou: dankjewel voor alles wat je doet.
Voor het lopen van ginder naar daar, voor het regelen van facturen en tentoonstellingen, en ander praktische dingen.
En dan 's morgens stuur ik dit mailtje.
Check je mailbox, er zit een kadootje in.
Kus.
ine
Posted on November 18, 2003
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Phonecall
Every week my grandmother calls, to check if I am still alive.
The same story today.
'We are connecting to the web', my grandfather adds.
'Why?'
Why, with their seventy something years old, do they connect to the internet, do they want to learn how to work with it.
'Because of you', is the answer.
I know that is not the whole truth.
They do because they are children of their time, and they want to be part of this next century, with its technology.
So soon, in a web near you: my grandparents.
Probably chatting with me, or trying to make a free overseas phonecall through Skype
I guess we'll be mailing instead of calling, from next week on.
:)
Posted on November 22, 2003
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Memory of a day...

After some amazing filled weeks, I took a day off.
Phones of the hook, mobile off, and portable disconnected and far away.
No running to places, not being late everywhere.
Just a quiet day, home.
And what a day...
Toda raba raba raba.
(Tomorrow the running restarts.)
Posted on November 22, 2003
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Art?

Yesterday I had a meeting with David Neuman, curator/director of Magasin3
He came to Bezalel Academy to give a lecture and do studio visits.
He had an interesting remark on my pictures: "They seem to be timeless and sometimes even placeless."
Never saw them that way. And off course when somebody says so, you start scrolling through your albums. To check.
I have to say, he has a point...
(Some extra info: Bezalel Advanced Studies can be regarded as the Israeli version of the Flemish 'Higher institute for Fine Arts' we get a lot of lectures by guestprofessors, from all over the world. Quite interesting.)
Posted on November 24, 2003
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Paralysed
Do you know where I am now?
Her voice wants to smile, but I hear the break in it. I hear the tear that is stuck in a throat.
No, home?
In the hospital.
Whats happened? Youre ok?
I am not sure. One half of my head doesnt seem to feel anymore. But dont worry, probably it is nothing, Ill go for check up now, and call you back.
I do not worry. I really dont.
Till one hour later, I suddenly allow myself to think, to worry.
And the things I always was afraid of becomes truth: I turn out to be alike my grandmother.
Worried.
I wonder if I will become exactly the same. The one that calls me to see if I am OK, when a bomb in Istanbul exploded. Because she worried.
Anyway, I am worried. Send a short SMS, to see if there is news already.
No there is not, they didnt enter the doctor yet.
Story will be continued
Posted on November 25, 2003
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Safe.
When I come, in the late morning, most of Ramadan has passed, according to Yasser.
The kids went to buy toys (girls dolls, and boys guns, like everywhere in the rest of the world), and they went to see family.
For me Ramadan didnt pass by. Everything that happens right now is Ramadan, and the feast. It is not something people do, it is something that they live.
And when I say live I dont mean the fanatic Islam, people are talking about in news.
It is a fact that the culture is different, from ours, and for that reason I talk with Yasser on possible futures.
Imagine.
Imagine that Islam takes over in some parts of the world.
A thought that is not necessary utopia, and probably it wont be reached by war, but just by birth.
Every European country faces the fact that the population of Muslims tends to grow, while the other population grows grey, and their belief is rather anonymous.
So what will happen?
Posted on November 26, 2003
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Ramadan Feast
Ramadan is afgelopen, en net als in Belgie Kerstmis gepaard gaat met kadootjes, gebeurt dat hier met Ramadan Feast.
Omdat het leuk zou zijn iets te doen voor de kinderen van Karama, stel ik voor een actie te doen: 5 euro voor een kind in Karama.
Omdat het voor jou geen pijn doet in je portemonnee, maar voor hen een verschil kan betekenen.
(Het leukste zou zijn ze kadootjes te kopen, maar wegens lastige checkpoints en andere narigheden (taksen aan de grens etc.), doe ik het liever toch allemaal met bankbriefjes...)
Iedereen kan 5 euro storten via Pay-Pal (zie rechts), of mij gewoon geven als ik voor kerst en nieuw in België vertoef.
Schrijf een kort briefje (in het Engels) en steek het allemaal in een envelop.
Bij mijn terugkeer naar ginder, bezorg ik de organisatie de centen, zodat zij de kinderen een leuke uitstap kunnen bezorgen, of de huur voor hun 'gemeenschapshuis' een maand langer kan betaald worden.
Omdat alle kleine beetjes helpen...
Posted on November 30, 2003
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Apple geek

Being an Applegeek in Israel is a BIG MISTAKE...
My power-adaptor got broken and now I am looking for a cheap replacement.
This doesn't exist... Because... Apple is not very known in israel. Because... Microsoft doesn't implement Hebrew writing for Office Mac. And thus, all people that need a good office application buy pc.
Read more on it here and how even this becomes a political issue... -lol-
Secondly there is a monopoly on Apple by Yeda. And they are f* expensive...
So now I am here, my adaptor attached to my comp by rubber band, hoping that it lasts till Dec 22, when I return to Belgium.
Because it is cheaper there...
Posted on December 3, 2003
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Sick sicker sickest...

What does one do when sick?
Me, I read.
This morning, after some sleepless nights, I finished "La Prisonniere" of Malika Oufkir.
It is a book about a general's girl that was sent to prisonlife, together with her whole family for 20 years... Because their father did a 'coup d'etat'.
From life in palaces she is sent to hell, where they got no food and no real beds, being hold into the dark for weeks and months...
While reading this, you realize that this little cough I have is nothing compared what they had to endure all those years.
This story is prabably known by the generation of my grandmother and my mother, I only got to know this story through the book.
Wow.
Meter, if you didn't read it by now, run to the library and ask your sweet librarian to put it aside for you. (ISBN: 0553813021 for English, 2253148849 for French). Because I am sure you'll love this one.
Yalla, searching the bookshelves for another book now...
Posted on December 5, 2003
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Postboxes

I guess these days postboxes are getting a useless thing.
Except for bills and some advertisement, I don't seem te get a lot of mail there.
My mailbox on this computer is something else.
The world seems to be a small place.
My photoblog is visited by people from all over, and they are writing comments, mailing me.
People I never met, but yet sometimes get to see a little part of their life.
What is it that makes these communities interesting and addictive?
A common interest?
The idea of getting to know somebody who shares what you are busy with?
Yet, the mailbox outside of your house has something mystic. Now maybe even more than before.
While email is right here right now and immediately, mail by post, is slow, unpredictable and surprising.
A postcard from a far-away destination has this kind of adventure, which an email doesn't have at all.
I am not the person that is good in sending letters. I tend to forget them, or always say that I have to go to the postoffice to get stamps, half a year ater the letter is still there without stamp.
But more and more I have the idea of loving these stamps. Or the romantism that it contains.
Like analog photography. You don't experience the picture, the memory immediately, but you have to wait till this film is developed and processed.
So I initiate this little project: please send me a postcard from where you live.
I will post one back.
Ine Dehandschutter
Bezalel Academy
60 Salamestreet
66074 Tel Aviv
Israel
This project will be part of my exhibition here at Bezalel.
It has to do with pictures, randomness, thoughts,...
More on it soon. (First have to figure it out for myself...)
Posted on December 8, 2003
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Link of the day
Nothing really interesting to say today.
So check this link for more input: Ilkkaui Monen, a Magnum photographer.
Posted on December 9, 2003
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Forgot to mention
I have a new telephone number -dear friends, check your mailbox to know it-
And... Sigal's photoblog was mentioned on an Israeli site.
Wow she boasted immediately to the first place.
I guess we'll have some new subscriptions from this part of the world soon...
Posted on December 9, 2003
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Wall

Yesterday Kris Verhaeghen of Radio 1 called. To check how I was, and what I have been doing lately. And to resume what I will be telling on the radio.
On the S.N.O.W project. On Kosovo. If I visited the wall lately, if I have pictures of it. And more things like that.
That's the point where I start to doubt myself again.
What will I tell?
And off course I know there is enough to tell.
But in one way I want to look at all of this as on a 'neutral' way. Which in the end is pretty impossible.
For me the people I meet, are people. Not an Israeli, or a Palestinian, or a Belgian, or whatever.
And it is a fact that, where we are born, and how we live, which culture we belong to, will mark how we cope with life.
But in the end in this conflict the map above comes back: how are people supposed to live with it?
Just had a long phonecall with Tinne Verhoeven. Most of you will probably know her, because she was very often a telephonecorrespondent for the news of VRT. (Tinne is married with a Palestinian, lives in Ramallah with her children and her husband)
Again it is striking how both parties don't know so much of eachother.
Tinne asked me: 'Tell me, they really think they gonna be lynched if they come here, I suddenly realized this when I was in the airport last time and invited an Israeli to come over. He said that he'll be dead if he did so.'
Maybe Tinne should talk to some of my friends, explain her story, and vice-versa.
I don't know if many Israeli know how many checkpoints there are in West-Bank itself. And that every checkpoint has to be passed.
That going from Jerusalem to Nablous can take one 6 hours, even if he is a Belgian.
When last week, we were sitting with some Israeli, involved in the S.N.O.W project, together with the christian Arab lady of the BTC, I think the Israeli felt very ashemed of their people.
Ms. Matta was telling that she sleeps in Jerusalem during the week, to be able to go to work. She doesn't want to go through the trouble of the checkpoint every day. It makes her depressive. 'But atleast I am allowed to pass it.'
Most men between 16 and 30 are not allowed to go out of the village they live.
Probably because they are regarded as 'possible suicidebombers'
Tinne asks me 'They don't really get it, do they? They don't get that all of these things just make it worse.
When I am in the checkpoint with my boy of 6 and they kill some people, he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why his grandfather has to give his oranges to the Israeli, because they are building a wall. I can't explain to him that it is nothing. Because it isn't nothing. Because grandfather looses his job, his land, and somebody has to feed the family...
How comes they just don't understand it?'
I have no answers...
(If you want to know more on maps, checkpoints, the wall, the conflict in general, from an indepent source, check the BBC coverage )
Posted on December 10, 2003
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Bomaanslag
From: "Marie France Coppens"
Date: Thu Dec 11, 2003 2:10:50 PM Asia/Beirut
To: ine.d@artichoq.com
Subject: bomaanslage
hoorde van een bompoploffing in centrum van Taviv...
Ook in Gaza zijn er kweddels
pfff...
No worries mom, I am alive.
Posted on December 11, 2003
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It is time...
Tori Amos is singing her songs, the television shows black, no noise, music in my ears.
It is time...
It is time to go home, to feel home, to see friends, to enjoy their stories.
To enjoy family, and Christmas. Perfect food awaiting to be eaten.
I guess these things you learn to appreciate when it is all far away.
Thats when you learn to know the value of certain things.
What I miss? Going in the night to fetch French fries because I desperately feel the urge to eat them, walking the streets in Ghent, having breakfast at 4pm in the French bakery while the hookers drink coffee and the grandmothers enjoy their cake, sitting at a friends place, watching a video, with a glass of white wine, a baby-sit that jumps on me and hugs me to death, going to the flower market and bargain on the price, my grandmother that calls me to check on things and I that laugh myself to death, avoiding the questions, going to the shopping mall to buy things and end up with a bar of chocolate and bubbles and strawberries to eat in a park, kriebelen on a back, lie in the couch at home, with my mom, watching a stupid series she is addicted to, and giving comments till she gets annoyed, go and walk in the woods with my singing brother, take my bike and the walkman and cycle near the river for an hour, lock myself in my room with a book and not come out till it is finished, put the music too loud and sing along when nobody is at home, driving a motorcycle to the sea, just to see it, a song in my ears and miss my friends on the other side of the world.
Posted on December 12, 2003
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How de body?

(with permission)©Teun Voeten
"Often I am asked if I don't get desperate from all the misery I expose myself to. The answer is a definite no. It is utterly amazing to see the strength and courage some people show in the most dire circumstances possible. The deeper the darkness, the brighter these traces of humanity light up."
out of "How de body" from warphotographer Teun Voeten
This photographer is amazing, and the book is a recommendation. -You can buy on his website- (recommended before and I do it again...)
After reading it, you get a whole new view on conflicts in Africa and how a documentary photographer isn't that 'romantic' as many think it is -Well that last one, I know by now...-
Anyway, he puts some of my thoughts into phrases, where I didn't find the words.
Enjoy.
Posted on December 14, 2003
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Francis McKee
So yesterday we had another lecturer: curator Francis McKee
He is a funny but interesting bloke, who knows a way with internet. Check this and click on the pictures.
The interesting part in his lectures are his way of linking within. At least what is interesting for me. He jumps from one thing to the other, but exactly that is what makes it intriguing (I am surely making a spellingmistake here...)
You kind of want to know what comes in between.
So we had this kind of interesting conversation on blogging, and if the blog is not a good exhibition place in the end.
I guess we sometimes need a wall.
But indeed I have to admit, the community of photoblog helps me to decide which pictures I might use or not, because the remarks I get make me see things I didn't see before.
Hope to see him soon on one of our blogs... Might be surprising.
Posted on December 16, 2003
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Flight home
Flying home soon.
Yes mom, I am arriving at 5 in the morning...
Poor you, poor me.
SN BRUSSELS AIRLINES - SN 3292
MON 22DEC TELAVIV YAFO IL BRUSSELS BE
DEPARTURE: 0110 AM BEN GURIO INTL NATIONAL
ARRIVAL: 0500 AM BRUSSELS
DURATION 4:50
NON SMOKING
L ECONOMY
ON BOARD: SNACK
EQUIPMENT:AIRBUS INDUSTRIE A319
SEAT 11D NO SMOKING
CONFIRMED DEHANDSCHUTTER/INEMRS
Posted on December 17, 2003
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Hallelujah...

Then shall the eyes of the blind
be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped;
then shall the lame man leap as a hart, and
the tongue of the dumb shall sing.
Wondering when that moment comes.
Meanwhile enjoyed the music.
[Thanks Tmr, Moshe and Marlene.]
Full text here
Posted on December 19, 2003
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Hannukah in TLV Ben Gurion Airport
Taking a plane for Belgium.
Holidays became something pretty important to me and family.
When you are away for somemonths, these are the days that you want to spend home. [And yes, especially when it goes accompanied with presents ;)]
Having Hannukah in Ben Gurion. Only hours later Christmas will give another feeling. And home will be another home.
Posted on December 21, 2003
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Pour un meilleur monde

www.pourunmeilleurmonde.org
(by Thomas Laureyssens)
[Sigal you'll love this one..
Sigal and Yasser: they are still looking for a hebrew and arabic translation...]
Posted on December 23, 2003
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Christmas present

I asked before and I ask again.
Christmas is the time for presents.Why not give something to those who will really appreciate it?
5 euro. It's a cheap bottle of wine, a box full of crackers, a pair of socks, a 10-ride drive on the bus.
Or it can be pencils for a kid, or electricity for the light, a game of chess, or english classes for a girl.
You can make a difference.
5 euro seems to be nothing for us, it can be the nicest present for somebody else.
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Ik heb het al gevraagd en vraag het opnieuw...
Kerstmis is de tijd van kadotjes, waarom geen kadootje geven aan iemand die het echt zal apprecieren?
5 euro. Een goedkope fles wijn, een doos crackers, een paar sokken, een 10 ritten kaart op de bus.
Of, een doos kleurpotloden voor een kind, een beetje geld om de electriciteitsrekening te betalen, een schaakspel, of engelse les voor een meisje.
Jij kan een verschil maken.
5 euro is een peulschil voor ons, maar kan het mooiste geschenk zijn voor iemand anders.
Schenk 5 euro aan Karama, een organisatie die kinderen van de straat houdt in Daheisheh, Refugeecamp:
Voor België:
Vertrouw je Via-betalingen per internet niet?
Stort het op KBC 747-0029782-30 met vermelding Karama nieuwjaarsgift.
Ik verzeker je dat het terecht komt op de juiste plaats.
[Mensen die me kennen mogen het ook natuurlijk aan mij bezorgen...]
Posted on December 27, 2003
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Flight confirmed
Today went to Connections to book a flight for TLV.
(hoped to see my friend Filip, who wasn't there...)
Flight confirmed:
We 07 Jan 2004
Departure 7:45 Brussels BRU - National/ Zaventem Belgium
(through Vienna by Austrian Airlines OS 358)
Arrival in TLV - Ben Gurion Israel 15:00 We 07 Jan 2004 OS 857
CU soon.
Posted on December 29, 2003
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Stuck
TMR was mailing: she's stuck in TLV, because of a terror alert.
Good news: Tel Aviv terror alert over
A terror alert in Tel Aviv was called off. The alert had been issued after intelligence reports that a major suicide bombing could take place sometime Wednesday and that the terrorists had already entered the country. As part of the alert, roadblocks were set up at all entrances to the city. A tire blowout in Tel Aviv was initially believed to be a suicide bombing aboard a bus, but within minutes police soon determined that it was harmless.
So yalla TMR, go. Have a happy New Year.
Still I do know that putting that nasty idea behind won't be easy.
So if it is only a movie for tonight: enjoy.
Also major terror attacks are forcasted for USA and Europe. (Probably this is what Bush aimed in order to get more votes for the next elections...)
Guess Ghent is safe enough to go to...
Posted on December 31, 2003
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Safely arrived

[clouds]
Hopped from rain (Brussels) to snow (Vienna) to clouds (TLV)
Vienna:

[Spraying our wings in order to have 'clean snowfree' plane]
Food on Austrian Airlines:

[I still don't know what it was...]
TLV from a distance:

Posted on January 7, 2004
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Telephonecalls
Time of telephonecalls is over. Grandfather and mother are definitely in chatting these days.
"She's running up the stairs" my grandfather writes. And after that "She'll write to you" followed by "Here I am" of my grandmother.
This little girl of 4 goes back to the middle age of telephonecalls, takes the horn and dials her father's number.
When I saw her lying, I wondered what will happen when she's 14... (remembering fights with my mother on too high phonebills, and we that had to work to pay off)
I had to take the picture. Burning onto disk how she and her mom can ressemble.
A little speakwaterfall...
A mo(nu)ment for within 10 years.
Posted on January 10, 2004
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Let's go to the sea
I remember it as yesterday: she, picking me up at the youthhostel after a terrible night (accompanied by several cockrouches). Not the person I had ever expected. Curls, smiling and probably younger and thinner than the image in my mind of an 'executive administrator'. An image build by telephone and email conversations.
In her sweet tiny car (full of scars) we drove to school.
'Let's drive to the sea', she said, after a series of sentences, one after the other, explaining why she didn't pick me up at the airport.
I didn't had to say anything. She explained a little bit bout the city, asked some questions but left the big 'Why' behind.
And suddenly after a series of houses, a turn, and the sea popped up.
A vast amount of water, quiet, simple. On the other side piles of towers, ugly.
But I only concentrated towards the sea.
My first real encouter with TLV. And with TMR.
More than a year later, TMR and I, in the same car, I hear myself say "Let's drive to the sea."
So we do.
Inbetween a vast amount of stories...
To much to tell...
Posted on January 11, 2004
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Absolutely Fabulous

They're back!!!
Eddy and Patsy, the hilarious duo, who always cheered me up when I was down. I have all the series on tape, and watched them over and over again. And every time I am crying myself to death with their hilarious behaviour.
From now on, this girl is sitting home at Sundays, to watch the new series.
Not without a reason...
Posted on January 11, 2004
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Interesting classes
My classes always turn out to be more interesting than expected. The speaker in front of the class might tell the most amazing stories, most of the time I don't understand a thing of it.
But I do find my interest elsewhere.
I never thought I'd be the dreamer of the class, the one that is staring everywhere and doesn't hear a thing, that is flying to other places in the world while sitting in an ordinary class room.
By now I am, without excuse, not without a reason (the hebrew...)
Again not understanding might have been the good choice, when hearing my class mates after the class, their class sucked, mine didn't...
(Written after a most interesting class by an artist on 'Mapping', my notebook is filled with wonderful ideas and remarks, and plans, dozens of plans...)(One of them is extending and realizing my 'Mapping of the world', and not counting in distance but in time, and thus realize a new map of reality, existing out of different layers, build by different persons.)
Posted on January 12, 2004
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Flashy
Have a lot of work this week.
Flash(y) photography.
Bought a brand new flash (because off course my CanonD10 doesn't support the cheaper/older models...)
I never kind of liked it, flash photography.
It is too surreal. But like every other thing in life, one day we'll have to do.
So I can better learn the advantages of it. And maybe start to like it.
(Have to admit, Tim, that this flash is superb. TTL makes it almost everytime right.)
But I am pretty sure that I will still like the natural light better.
Like this too soft light in a room.
Telling me nothing but white.
Posted on January 13, 2004
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Chat discussion

[©Sam Durant]
Some days ago I had a 'chat discussion'.
Somebody telling me that 'in America I'll realize what 'check up' means.'
I don't know if I'll be surprized (after being checked up several times here, and the worst one in Kosovo.)
So the discussion Europe/America came into the subject.
As said before I am not keen on the way of things there, and now.
This crazy war against 'evil forces' makes us wonder if the Cold War wasn't better after all. I mean, at least then we didn't have to wonder about possible bombings.
Somebody told me he was stuck in USA during Sept. 11. and was so happy to be in Europe afterwards: because at least the news was more on information instead on panicking.
I guess the panicking is understandable. After all these years, they are attacked in the place it hurts most: their own backyard...
But it is this panicking that causes what is happening now.
If people are afraid, they do crazy things...
Some days ago we had a lecture of an American artist from New-York.
The most common question asked here is 'Why are your works political?' and again it was asked. This time more with a reason and out of the mouth of a truly smart person.
The answer was not so surprising and yet: 'Because what is happening now in America, during the legislation of Bush. It is my world, I am living it and I have to say something about it. I can not avoid.'
Sam Durant seems to be one of the 'hot-shots', hyped artists in New York these days.
I don't like his old works so much, but the new are quite interesting, especially the series with the demonstration signs. Although didn't find an image of those...
A political work and yet so integrated, that it is not agressing you at all.
Guess this is what Bezalel teached me till now: looking for an other way to show things, so they are more easily accepted. And meanwhile still say what you think.
(Because whatever, whenever, I'll be still the foreigner giving an opinion, and whatever that opinion might be, I have to shut my mouth because who am I to tell this opinion...)
Posted on January 14, 2004
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Long day
This was a loooong day.
Working since the morning.
And yet not yet to sleep.
Will be horrible next weeks...
Photoblog.be, SNOWblog.net, Mo(nu)mentum.exhibition in Belgium, Vis a vis preparation, and Final Exhibition in Bezalel.
What else do we want?
Vacation... (N.Y. here I come...)
Posted on January 14, 2004
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Working

I am soo busy... One can't imagine.
For some of you it seems that I am stuck to my computer, but reality is different.
Since I am taking pictures for the British Filmfestival, I have been running around.
On top of that the first Snowblog class is set for next week.
I have to prepare that one (If somebody has classes for 12-years old prepared, please send..., I forgot mine in Belgium.)
Furtheron the radio station called and is coming within 3 weeks. (Fortunately this is the easy part)
The Kosovo exhibition is soon (and although I have to thank Bart for doing the hard stuff, I am still kind of busy with it.)
2 sites have to be finished soon, and Photoblog is growing too fast.
Not to forget the works for the final exhibition (although I have to admit: I don't allow myself thinking of that one yet.)
Shortly said: I LOVE this running around.
Guess I will allow myself a big bottle of champagne when in July I passed this year.
Which reminds me that there is still a big bottle in the fridge. We'll keep it for the first weekend of February: girls having fun, celebrating birthdays and one allowing herself to be OFF for 2 days.
Posted on January 19, 2004
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Things that make me happy...
A perfect fitting jeans
-especially when you get it as a present-
and a nice number on a bank account...
:)
Posted on January 24, 2004
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W32/Mydoom@mm
27/01/2004 11:05
Name : W32.MyDOOM@MM
Risk : HIGH
How: through Kazaa or in attachment in mail.
Recognize: mail subject 'Hi'
Again I am sooooo happy I am working on Mac and not pc...
Since 24 hours a new virus, that attacks pretty fast, has been infecting more than 300.000 computers.
Mainly in the US, but Belgium did well too -hey, we are a computer society...-.
I received some 50 mails containing the virus -though it is very obvious when a mail says 'Hi' that it will be a virus...-
Nothing happened since I am running a Mac -hehehe-
And I have to admit that my spamfilters will have taken more of those mails before I received them.
So see me going to NYC to buy a new beauty, and yes off course Mac again...
If you are unlucky and running pc, infected of not: more info on the virus here
(People in Belgium can always check the BIPT for latest virus warnings -well other ones too, since there is an english version-)
Posted on January 27, 2004
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Skiing

Seems it has been snowing in Belgium.
Well in Israel (in the north) is also snows...
Tomorrow this girl is going to ski ;)
Jihaaa. Can't wait to be on the skis again. Will charge my iPod full battery, good for 6 hours of music.
And then, watch and glide.
:))))
Posted on January 29, 2004
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Bus in TLV/Jerusalem
Today a bus exploded.
In Jerusalem.
I was sitting in a little bus -sherut- driving towards Petach Tikva, and some hours later I would take the bus home.
Taking a bus in this country is not like you do it elsewhere.
Elsewhere you don't think about it...
For me the first time on a bus in this country was CRAZY...
My heart was booming like a madman, and everybody entering the bus could have been a suicidebomber. You wouldn't believe which stress you're under, this first time.
The second time things went better, but all the ride, it is running in your head.
And you're looking at the doors who is entering.
After that I used to go and sit backwards, so I would not notice who entered, and if somebody would enter I would not know.
By now, I just take the bus. Once in a while, when needed.
Not any stress, not caring what might happen.
But still it is not, and it will never be, like taking a bus at home.
Because here, before, whilst or after, there is this little thought.
'What if...'
See the movie 'Too many busses'
Posted on January 29, 2004
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Redhead
Oh jeah, I have been skiing yesterday. I will remember...
-See my pumpkin-face now...-
Red red red, so red that Sigal forced me to go and see a doctor.
So we went to the hospital this morning, looking for a doctor who might add something new.
He barely looked at me and described a cream to put on the face.
And one advice: stay out of the sun.
So this is the main reason to provide you all with my ideas and links, otherwise I was probably visiting a cafe or a beach, since the sun is shining like a nice July-day in Belgium.
In going back home Sigal and I did this little game: she'd take a picture and I would make a variant out of it, and vice-versa.
Those pictures can be seen at my photoblog and hers.
Trying to build a camera obscura for my class next week, and preparing some documents, this is how a weekend day can pass...
Posted on January 31, 2004
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Red becomes brown?
Paul mailed me asking if the red turned brown.
Well it didn't do in my face...
The peeling is almost finished and I'll end up with a brand new soft skin.
But beeing on the skis for one day was worth it...
While I was going down a hill, Belgian radio called: 'Do I disturb you?'
I smiled and answered 'Well if you have a minute so I can stop skiing...'
She didn't believe me, we both started grinning. 'How can you ski in Israel?'
The proof?
Soon in pictures on my photoblog
As for now, I take 2 days off.
To rest, to sleep.
Posted on February 4, 2004
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Answer on the question: Make me a poem.

This is a story...
This is a story
About three girls
A jeep
Cameras
Smiles and mo(nu)ments
Driving through unknown roads
into waters
in circles, straight lines
and numbers
A journey that started
long ago and changed us all
A story of girls and a jeep
and more journeys to go
Love and friendship
Words and night talks
Morning coffee
And more...
Tamar and Ine
Tamar.
Palm.. as sweet as honey
Palm.. my source of information
Palm.. straight and irrect
Palm.. to give me shadow and protect.
Ine.
Here she comes with the charming smile
Here she comes with her creative mind.
Here she comes as a surprise.
Here she comes and makes me smile.
Ine, Tamar, with all my love.
(Three girls on a journey..)
Posted on February 7, 2004
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Weekend
Three girls on a weekend.
Girls in bubbles.
Bubbles in a glass.
Bubbles in bubbles.
And smiles.
Posted on February 7, 2004
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Back in town

A weekend away from everything, except from good friends.
That's what life should be more often.
Tx for superb days, with unfolded treasures in little boxes, hidden like suprises for more beautiful days.
Posted on February 8, 2004
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[A cup of love...]

[for u...]
Posted on February 8, 2004
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Looking for little lights in the dark

The sun goes down, I watch a fireball go into the sea, and some later the little lights of the city.
I won't be able to explain all of this, but a year ago all of this seemed a different world.
Coming from the other side of the world, with a certain media-made image of this country, I had to learn that the reality is different from the image I had.
To me all of this is usual by now, but for those at home, living in Israel still seems a heroic thing to do, with bombings and Al Qaida, hanging around somewhere. Sometimes it is hard to get back into that original image I had, but sometimes I should in order to understand the others again.
Busy building an exhibition which will be based upon the different between an image of reality and reality.
A hard task...
Where before I was always in search of what was, now I am in search of what is not.
A total different approach.
And looking for that is a search in the dark...
Posted on February 9, 2004
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Radio 1 arrived
Some months ago I was contacted by the program 'Buitenlandse Zaken' of Radio 1. If they could come for some days and do a radiointerview.
Off course they could.
And then the journalist feared coming, because of bombings.
Something which is for me a far-away reality, but in Belgium head-lines in the news, and thus a kind of fear, which I truly respect. Another journalist volunteered, Ann, and we started mailing, arranging everything.
Her questions made me come to the thoughts of yesterday.
And while phoning today, some days after she arrived, the words came up: 'The idea we have of this country is so different from its reality.'
I was so glad to hear those words.
Frankly speaking, the interview a month ago was nice, but always everything went back to the point: 'How can you live with the bombings'.
A journalist should have been here to make a relativation of those facts.
There is more to it than this.
Ann asked me to have an interview with Ruth Hiller, the woman behind New Profile
I came to meet her more than a year ago, and wrote a little article on her.
THis story is a different story, one of Israeli fighting their own system, not agreeing with what is happening in their country. Yes, they do exist, they are only not heard.
So, next week, Ann and I are going to her, to have an interview.
Another approach of trying to comprehend what is happening here.
I gave up on that last one... grin.
Posted on February 10, 2004
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Upside down world
I sealed my studio, taped the windows with aluminiumpaper, darkened the whole thing.
And after that, I made a little hole in the paper, letting a little circle of light into the room.
A wonder happened: an upside down image appears on my wall. Showing the outside of the sealed room suddenly as a moving still on the white wall.
My own camera obscura.
A test for my final exhibition.
An image of what these years have been for me: an upside down world.
Because all the images I had before have been melted to the ground and after that I could slowly start to rebuild them again.
Next to it, it is an upside down world, because this is in any way a crazy world, where rich countries attack the poor, without a reason. No guilt has to be proven.
Where are we heading for? I don't know.
With our feet in the air and our head on the ground... things might look a little bit more fun.
Posted on February 10, 2004
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Valentine dinner

[© by Dana Finegold]
The bell rings, the door opens, and suddeny this lady runs to me, jumps into my arms, kisses me.
I am lost. Totally lost.
And in her impossible language she starts to say amazing things I don't understand. But I can't do anything but smile...
The rest of the gang looks at us, smiling. They don't understand either.
I look at TMR, have this thought of asking if I can buy this little lady, but then I silent things and enjoy the moment, the hug.
And Dana keeps on charming everybody the whole evening. Throws kisses, turns butts, takes pictures, and finally drops dead in the sofa.
Inbetween we had an amazing dinner at home, with friends, eating too much of Sigal's great food.
What Valentine is about? Having the ones you love around. I couldn't have wished for a better evening...
Somebody asked me what Friday 13th means in my country...
My answer was: it can be anything.
Today it was everything.
Posted on February 14, 2004
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The wall
'The wall is a statement.'
'Why didn't you say this in the interview?'
Because. Just because.
Who am I to judge?
We are building walls, maybe the real ones are less dangerous
than the ones that are growing in our head...
Posted on February 16, 2004
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I am living in a perfect world.... ;)
I want to call Tamar, to start laughing and tell her what a fucked up world we're living here.
How did I ever decide to come and try to comprehend what is happening here?
This morning I met An, An is a journalist from Radio 1 Flanders. And we have had some short telephone calls and some longer mails a while ago, Radio 1 decided to send a journalist to Israel.
So we have set up some meetings, I tried to arrange an interview with Ruth from New Profile, and a guided tour in Daheisheh Refugee Camp.
Although I wondered if this would turn out right, since Yasser is in Europe for the moment.
This morning every thing that could go wrong went wrong... I couldn't get to my travelagent for the New York confirmation, so I didn't know if to go to the bank, so I missed my bus and the next one was delayed, my smsses to An didn't arrive which meant she was waiting for me, etc...
On top of that I couldn't reach Tamer in Daheisheh.
I decided once again that the road is the journey, and I hoped that An would have the same idea about that.
When we met in delay and for the first time in real time, I knew that wouldn't be a problem. She, for sure, is a traveller too.
So indeed in Daheisheh we had to improvise, and the point of view of the women in the camp seemed more interesting than the guided tour.
We managed to have things translated in poor English, but anyhow, again also for me it was interesting.
Once again Amal wouldn't let me go without food...
I guess they were impressed by the radiotools, because they said less then else, and they not knowing we would come were not dressed up for the radio so for sure next time they'll kill me for that. Grin.
The situation of the daily life difficulties were nicely introduced by occasional things said. And the funny news and really unexpected is that Gulud is engaged!!!
I was truly surprised and didn't know what to say suddenly.
All these months we never knew...
I remember Yasser telling me some months ago that he was suspecting something like this to happen, but as if it was an unwritten rule, things were kept secret. Funny.
Anyhow, I dragged An through the camp and from that place to the wall in Jerusalem. I guess also me was wondering if to go so, but when we arrived, both were impressed.
I never really bothered to come, because this part of the wall is only like a 100 meters long and so many times pictured for the news and other papers, that it is not really representative to me. People forget that the wall is not one line of concrete like this. Anyhow, some days ago, when driving from the north to home, I reconsidered that opinion after seeing a bog wall like that being built next to the highway...
The part I saw today was not a wall, it was a statement. 8 meters high concrete walls. Protected by army. Filmed by different crews.
And only a hundred meters further a smaller wall being crossed by Palestinians, coming on and off, students going home, mothers with babies arriving.
Amazing and unbelievable.
And ironic. Because this ig concrete wall was still allowing people to pass.
Which raises the question of its use...
Next stopover Tel Aviv, I tell An to prepare for a cultural shock, she only saw a little bit of Tel Aviv on arrival, in dark. I'll bring her to the centre of town, where nobody goes to sleep...
Changing minivans, walking busy streets, suddenly I see the questionmqrks in er eyes. This are the situations once imagined never to do. 'Never go into a cafe, neverwalk busy streets, never...' I recognise myself some time ago. I lasted a month, now I seem to have forgotten all of this, and it takes me some time to adapt.
Suddenly I realize how it is to be an Israeli and every time to be remembered that people fear this city.
Anyhow, when we go for a fast food, An prefers to sit outside -which surprises me again- I tell her about these thoughts and adaptations, we share ideas on our visions before and after, on which image news build of this.
I smile inside.
I try to convince her that things are better than she thinks, and we walk the streets til I drop her near the hotel. I guess the shock will run her mind for a while, and the sleep will come fast.
As I try to walk home I just pass one corner to see that the traffic is jammed and everything is stopped: police are controlling the area. I guess there is a bomalarm.... Indeed, a little cute robot comes out of a policewagon and drives towards a busstop to take a little box. Slowly turns it around as if it is playing with it. The tension is high and the curiousity too, people are watching the scene from far to close...
I am so relieved this happened after I dropped An. I guess this isn't encouraging to sleep only 300 metres further, and a first night in Tel Aviv. Anyhow this is one of the so many false alarms in this city.
Suddenly the lttle robot turns in a horrible monster, shooting the package, that indeed didn't turn out to be a bomb.
The end of an operation that probably costs around 2500 dollar and caused a trafficjam.
Meanwhile behind us a woman in a bus gets crazy, she wans the bus to go on, and starts attacking the driver, taking over the wheel, horning, until the police comes.
I look at the scene, look back at the robot, watch us all standing there, and start laughing out loud...
We are living in a fucked up world....
PS: An, sweet dreams
Posted on February 16, 2004
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Skiing in Israel
What a memory...
Posted on February 16, 2004
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Radiosilence
Going to Gaza and Rafa the next days.
Internet will be difficult connection.
Stay tuned.
Posted on February 19, 2004
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Out of radiosilence...
Back in town.
Posted on February 22, 2004
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Bus explosion
Coming from Gaza city, going back 'home'
When I take the bus at 8.30 in the morning, the news is already on: a bus exploded in Jerusalem.
'There we go again...' is my first thought. And indeed we go.
The radio keeps on telling the same story for hours and hours. In fact it is still on. And when the special report ends, the newsflash begins, continues with a next special report.
Reporters near the scene have to add something, with a panicking voice, while there is nothing to add. 'A bus has exploded.' That's it.
7 people died. Horrible.
But yesterday in Gaza, 3 people died in a shooting. As horrible.
And the boy that is lying without any special treatment in the house, one room big, is as horrible...
News has changed the last years.
Israel shows loops in his images. Images of a reporter running to the scene, and in the scene nothing to show, so they loop the running. Panic.
Panic that feeds the panic of the people...
The same situation is growing in Belgium.
The reporter in Bagdad, the guy that was always to late in the scene, or wasn't even there.
The reporters in the proces of the murders of Cools. They are waiting in front of the court. Most of the time the newsreader switches to live scene, and the proces is still busy. So the reporter adds: 'They are still busy'
And then to fill up they start repeating everything what was said seconds before in the news.
Instead of spending all this money is expensive radio equipment for live broadcasts, I want real information, backgrounds, stories, documentation.
Probably it would cost as much and add something to the news.
Now I just turn off the radio/television. They don't have anything to say, although their 400 channels...
14.30... News. 'a bus has exploded....'
Posted on February 22, 2004
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Afraid
People ask me if I am not afraid to live in this country, to go to certain places where you know it is pretty dangerous to be.
It is funny because when you are in those places, most of the time the battlefield can be only a few km away, on the place you are standing, live just lingers on.
I am prudent, and watch very carefully what happens. If I think the situation is safe I will go on.
Some days ago I was in Rafah, near the Egyptian border. The shooting is frequent, and when, at night, there are no gunshots, children wonder what is happening.
Near the wall, there was no shooting at the time being, but I wouldnt risk my head out there.
I dont need a bullet in my brains.
If I was scared? No. I wasnt.
But the night before going, my night sleep wasnt peaceful, and my neck was full of stress.
So fear seems to be coming from the unknowing. Once you know it, you dont have to fear anymore.
I guess the thing I am most scared of is to come to the point where I look at my life and have to view back on things. That at that certain time, I look back and think Ive missed it
I guess I am afraid to miss life.
And maybe that might be my drive, making me travel, go on and try to live it to these limits.
Posted on February 22, 2004
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A report on Gazatrip

A reader wrote me, curious to know more about Rafah
Well a short report.
I dont have words to describe.
I really dont.
Posted on February 24, 2004
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X-rayed

After a too long radio silence I am back...
And I'll SCREAM to you.
The only thing I'll scream to you is: never fly El Al.
Just had the most annoying check up ever. After flying on frequent basis to Israel, after being checked up a thousand times, and most of the time being checked up profoundly, this is probably the worst time ever...
ALL my bags were checked, if they could they would have ripped the thing open.
Every single thing was opened and even my wallet was checked on every single paper... -I don't even know if this is legal...-
This time they managed to take my photo material 'because they wanted to do a check up on the material'
I could cry... I had to let all that stuff there, on top of that I have to go and arrange things to get it back.
Off course I didn't agree, told them that I was there for 2 hours and they had time enough to check it. I screamed, I was angry, nothing helped.
There nice 'tactic' is very simple: we keep her as long as possible and let her have the choice: leave the material or miss the flight.
Again I had to run for my flight, and yes I was assisted, even to the toilet I couldn't go alone. Imagine. Outside of the door there was a security assistant.
This is why I think their security sucks. By now they should now who I am and what I do. My camera went through security several times, several times in and out Israel. They can see those stamps. I just arrived from NYC where this camera came along and was checked as well -There you just have to show that is is really working and not a fake thing- I am a photographer, have student visa, student cards and the whole thing.
What do they need more?
What will they do with the camera? Open it up?
For sure I am making a complaint about this.
This is why people don't like to go to Israel. The fuzz is just to much.
The joke of the Messiah is the best in this case; 'Do you know why the Messiah didn't return to the Holy Land? They don't let him in.'
Forget the duty free shopping for Tamar, forget the surfing in the hotspot area of Brussels Airport...
On top of all this, you are the last one to get your ticket and thus you get the worst place: in the middle. So forget about the sleeping. -Reason why I am typing this now-
You'd almost wished you had a bomb with you, just out of frustration.
The tiredness of the NYC trip is still in me, and this happening to me is the last thing that had to follow. By now I feel to do a internet campaign to boycot El Al.
This is a promise: I NEVER fly El Al again. They can even give me a flight for free.
They can keep their bullshit.
And to you guys: just be prepared.
A perfect alternative: SN Airlines, great food, nice stewards, and normal security check up.
Posted on March 4, 2004
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X-rayed part II
It was not enough that I had my personal guide to go to the toilet, or that accompanied me to the plane. A plane that missed his place in the row because 'security reasons', because of me a delay of an hour...
Not only I got the worst place in the airplane, probably a disguised security guide was somewhere close to me (El Al has armed security guys on every flight)
No, it was not the end.
Upon arrival in Tel Aviv, I got to know that my photomaterial would arrive 'after the weekend'.
Thank you very much El Al. What a professional way of dealing with things.
For me this is the 5th time I arrive in Israel, I have friends and the luck to have a third and fourth home here. Imagine you are a first time visitor.
I can tell you that last night, for me, they could bring my bags and my stuff, and I would have turned home never to come back. It felt so disgusting and not welcoming. Even if they were polite...
I guess it just made me more furious. The feeling of being chanceless.
Suddenly I started to understand the Palestinians a little more.
The anger you feel, because they are there and you are here. And they do what they want, and you can say whatever, nothing will change.
I guess it is the same in a checkpoint...
And they really divide the world like that: 'they' and 'us'.
So what do they expect? That we keep on talking as 'We'?
If only they'd realize how they make an impression of their country.
How terrible it looks to be welcomed like that.
No wonder tourists don't like to come anymore.
Don't blame the terrorists. Blame yourselves.
Posted on March 4, 2004
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Pourim in Israel
All these little kids walk in the streets, dressed up, going from one party to another...
View little movie (a .mov file, needs Quicktime)
Posted on March 7, 2004
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X-rayed part III
For those who wondered: Yes I got my camera back. Yes it is still working...
But the nice big scratch on the back wasn't there before...
El Al can expect a 'nice' letter from me.
Thank you all those who helped me contact them to get things on the fast track. (TMR, Arie, Sigal, Gal,...) And thanks for the others their support.
Posted on March 7, 2004
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Plato's Cave

And now, I said, let me show in a figure how far our nature is enlightened or unenlightened: - Behold! Human beings living in a underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.
I see.
And do you see, I said, men passing along the wall carrying all sorts of vessels, and statues and figures of animals made of wood and stone and various materials, which appear over the wall? Some of them are talking, others silent.
You have shown me a strange image, and they are strange prisoners. Like ourselves, I replied; and they see only their own shadows, or the shadows of one another, which the fire throws on the opposite wall of the cave?
True, he said; how could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?
And of the objects which are being carried in like manner they would only see the shadows?
Yes, he said.
And if they were able to converse with one another, would they not suppose that they were naming what was actually before them?
Very true.
And suppose further that the prison had an echo which came from the other side, would they not be sure to fancy when one of the passers-by spoke that the voice which they heard came from the passing shadow?
No question, he replied.
To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.
That is certain.
Out of Book VII of Plato's Republic
Posted on March 8, 2004
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Busybusybusy...
Snowblog.net should launch very fast...
More news soon.
Having great pics here, if only my scanner would work.
Murphy's law???
Posted on March 8, 2004
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In the air

I guess I told you guys some time ago that Radio1 dropped by to do some interviews...
Well here they are...
-Download m4a on Abu Dis (4mb)
-Download m4a on New Profile (4mb)
(©Ann Rootveld for Radio1)
(You'll need iTunes or another application to play it.)
Posted on March 9, 2004
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Long nights...
Long nights, longing for sleep.
A bit restless.
I guess I am getting less and less good in doing 27 things at the same time. Ill finish allright, but having tasted the other possibility namely doing one thing a time- made me question the first thing.
I love clean desk, I love to have a kind finished things, and lists.
Thats why probably I love also these little wonders called notebooks, you close them and suddenly you have almost- a clean desk.(off course only happens when you really leave the rest of your desk empty and not like me fill it with all kind of stuff that you dont really clean up becuase you have to run)
Working on snowblog, preparing a class now.
It is too late, but heck, Ill sleep long tomorrow.
Then post it into the photolab, and know they can have it ready soon...
The wonders of technology, I guess well soon hate it. Suddenly everything has to be ready at once.
We got so used to it.
In fact being in NYC, being away from everything, even not so keen on seeing the computer, made me realize: I really can do without...
As long as I have the right company, the one that distracts me enough to let things be.
And off course it is different to be on a trip or sitting at home and able to really work.
Posted on March 9, 2004
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Dance...

Yesterday we went to Jeomes Bel last piece: The show must go on.
Truly impressed.
I guess it is a piece of much controverse. A lot of people left the show.
But those who stayed really enjoyed it.
Jerome succeeded in putting with music and dance images in your head that only have to do with imagination.
The viewer makes the show himself.
Great.
Posted on March 10, 2004
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News today...
131 people killed in Madrid 'massacre' as several blasts rock train stations.
More than 400 wounded in rush-hour explosions on commuter train; no claim of responsibility; officials blame Basque separatist group ETA.
Who said again that I am the one living in the dangerous part of the world?
Posted on March 11, 2004
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Bombing...
Bombing in Ashdod, yesterday afternoon.
How do I know?
Because my grandmother called in the evening, panicking...
Yes I am ok, and alive.
No, you don't have to worry -considering to open up that cathegory 'Alive and kicking' again, to leave messages after each bombing.
Grin.
So today another normal day at school...
Catch u soon.
Posted on March 15, 2004
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School
For those who still wonder what I am doing here:
the Bezalel Advanced Program is this
(and Thierry De Dob from Brussels is in fact Thierry Deduve... ;) )
Posted on March 16, 2004
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Her car broke down...
... so she took the bus.
In the evening she told me: "It has been at least 3 years since I have taken a bus. Imagine, when I got in, I started to think... Where is the best place to sit?
In the front? No, if a suicidebomber enters, it is in the front. In the middle, no the middle is not the best place, since there it mostly happens. The end? The blast out gets there. Maybe the front, since the driver almost every time survives..."
She is an Israeli, taking an ordinary bus...
Today, she could have been as well a Spanish lady, or a New Yorkish bloke...
Strange way we are heading for...
And yet, still, to me, it feels, like we are making our own enemies.
Posted on March 21, 2004
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Strange things
Indeed strange things are happening...
Fear is going high. Will the killing of this Hamas-leader mean something? Or will it pass?
I guess we cant forget what happened when 4 years ago Sharon provoked when walking in front of the Al Aqsa mosque.
Is this happening again, but now after 4 years of terrible labour?
Is this fight heading for a real fight?
I dont have a clue, but it seems that the clashes can follow...
On a bus in Jaffa (near the place where I live) people got wounded, in Ramat Gan, the north of Tel Aviv, a guy with an axe went crazy. In Gaza thousands and thousands of people were walking the streets. This will go on for the next three days of mourning.
Gazastrip and West bank are closed, no one in, no one out...
Stay in Tel Aviv, people advice me, but maybe, and for sure according to yasser, I would be safer there. Would I?
My main concern is the effect of these acts...
They can reach far beyond.
Today this already happened, in Basra, Iraq, some people attacked the British troops, yelling the marters name.
To me this act is nothing but feeding the hate.
Every normal state would try to solve this in a decent way, by recapturing the guy.
For sure there would be a possibility to.
I condemn the act.
Why? Because the consequences are influencing the world.
Many times I hear: wait until this terror comes into your country.
Nobody needs to make it come into my country, not this way. Feeding the hate.
Today I really had an interesting talk with a teacher, who said that what happened last year on my presentation was something what reached beyond her imagination. Teachers who saw the pictures I took in Daheisheh couldnt detach them from their idea. They simply could not understand I saw things differently, without giving a certain co-notation to it.
Although last year I didnt care about their impression, this remark is a kind of relief. That indeed I was right in a way, that I still can show.
Because those who thought differently, didnt speak up that day.
It is the same thing with this: the action has happened, but I hope many that unfortunately dont speak up now, dont agree with what is happening.
A friend of mine in Belgium said: I hope those Israelis are in the streets tomorrow.
They wont, they are just to scared right now.
This is what appears to be a nation led on fear...
Posted on March 22, 2004
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The news today...

©Ikziejegraag.org
Hamas spiritual leader Sheikh Ahmed Yassin was killed at daybreak Monday when Israel Air Force helicopters fired missiles at a car carrying the wheelchair-bound head of the radical Islamic group as he left a mosque near his house in Gaza City.
Hamas leaders vowed Monday to "cut off" the head of Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, after their spiritual leader Sheikh Ahmed Yassin was killed in a missile strike by Israeli helicopter gunships in Gaza City.
"Sharon has opened the gates of hell and nothing will stop us from cutting off his head," leaders of the radical Islamic group vowed.
And then suddenly this news on the radio: www.ikziejegraag.org. Simple but o-so needed.
Art can be simple...
Maybe we should do this one in Israel too...
Posted on March 22, 2004
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In the air again

On Saturday, Radio1 broadcasts the interview with Yasser's grandmother (and me :) ).
Will be interesting to hear I guess, certainly after the recent events...
Tune your radio: www.radio1.be from Saturday on the web.
Posted on March 22, 2004
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Heaven is far away...

My mother isnt coming to Egypt. No more free flights to Sharm El Sjeik, some days ago.
(I guess that wont be a problem anymore, since I truly believe that many people will cancel their flights. So mam, check it out. But then again, maybe you want to be on the safe site too, so stay.)
The full impact of her not coming is something that stroke me minutes ago, when opening the fridge, seeing whats left over from once a big cote dor collection.
She wont be there to refill it again...
And suddenly I want to call her.
Please come. Dont let me here, without chocolat. I really need those bars of heaven.
To close my eyes and forget what is here. To close those eyes and end up on the back of the elephant in the commercial. To have the taste for hours, to feel it melt on your tongue, slowly, creamy. And for hours you dont eat anything else to leave the after taste in your mouth.
To feel heaven even when heaven is far away...
(more heavenly ads here)
Posted on March 23, 2004
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Out of Haaretz...
Assassination and its price
The Yassin assassination was justified, no less so than American assassinations (which have yet to succeed) of Osama bin Laden and his cohorts would be justified. But "justified" does not mean necessary and wise: To say something is "permitted" does not always mean that it is "worthwhile."
Conclusion:
For days, in the immediate aftermath of the assassination, Israel will be forced to remain on high alert against the possibility of a wave of terror attacks, and expressions of rage in the territories and among Israeli Arabs, and perhaps in Islamic states. It is to be expected that the assault by the Israel Defense Forces and Shin Bet security service on Hamas leaders will continue in this period. But the true measure of the decision to assassinate Yassin will be seen in months to come, after the storms abate: The wisdom of yesterday's assassination is to be measured by the extent to which moderates on both sides consolidate their positions, and the conflict moves from a stage of escalation to one of reconciliation.
The article here
Posted on March 23, 2004
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Update situation
Soit, riskeert u maar niet te veel, anders wordt ik ook nog ongerust.
My sissy is mailing me, now I know for sure that the news is telling the worst at homeplace...
Here there is a kind of tension in the streets, a silence before the storm.
You can feel it somehow.
I was wondering yesterday, if I was the only one, but in the evening I had a meeting with a journalist concerning the SNOWblog project, she made exactly the same remark.
So, they are sending missiles from Lebanon.. If it wasn't for my grandmother I wouldn't have known...
They are shooting the Gaza shores.
They are preparing higher security alerts.
Within 3 days we'll know more, I have the impression that nobody nowhere knows what will happen, and only when some strong person will decide something, something might happen.
But then again, there is no longer a real leader on the Palestinian side, and I don't expect the Old Man to call for a war.
So we'll see, like we always do.
And sweetest Oke, remember how you panicked last year with Iraq.
It is the same now.
I am ok. Don't you worry to much.
Posted on March 24, 2004
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Suicidal...
According to defense establishment figures, since the beginning of the intifada, there have been 29 Palestinians under the age of 18 who carried out suicide attacks, and 22 others under 18 who carried out "sacrificial attacks" - in which they opened fire and were killed - in the territories. Forty others under 18 were arrested on suspicion of intending to carry out attacks.
This is why US and others should invest in education and not in war.
War feeds hate, education tries to explain.
This is what we try with SNOWblog, explain that there is an individual hidden in every person.
The whole article here
Posted on March 24, 2004
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Kosovo
Last summer, i went to Kosovo.
I remember me saying that there was this certain atmosphere, which was in fact worse than in Israel.
By now I don't know which atmosphere is worse...
But this doesn't tell good things...
Posted on March 24, 2004
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New update situation
Israel en Palestijnen lijken te wachten.
Dat is wat Yasser me gisteren vertelde
Maar op wat, dat lijken de meesten voorlopig niet te weten.
Dat er iets op komst is, lijkt een onontkoombaar feit.
Hetdagelijkse leven gaat overal gewoon door, maar ergens is er die ongerustheid, onzekerheid.
Tel Aviv, vrijdag, de stad is leger dan anders. Meer mensen schijnen thuis te blijven, terwijl anderen er zich dan weer niets van aantrekken.
Dit is een realiteit al een tjdje lang, dus waarom het zich aantrekken?
Een vriend van me: nu zal er twee weken niets gebeuren, en net als we denken dat het voorbij is, dat alles weer terug 'normaal' is, dan zal het toeslaan.
Niemand heeft een geoie uitleg voor wat er recent gebeurde, de moord op de Hamas-leider Yassin
Dat e niet zuiver op de graat is weet iedereen, maar dat was Saddam evenmin, en die leeft nog...
Net nu Hamas, Fatah en de andere partijen zwaar aan het discussieren waren over wat te doen als Israel Gaza zou teruggeven, net nu slaat het IDF toe.
Net nu Hamas enigzins bereid was toegevingn te doen.
Niemand wordt verwacht nog te geloven wat Israel hen belooft, ze handelen immers steeds anders.
Het is niet een tegenpartij waar je kan op vertrouwen.
Maar dat zelfde argument wordt gebruikt door deze tegenpartij/ ze doen nkiet wat ze zeggen'
Yasser vertelt me dat Yassin gematigder was dan zijn tegenhanger.
Ik vraag me af wat gematigder is, dat ie minder zelfmoordenaars stuurt?
Maar laatons even niet vergeten dat Hamas vroige zomer een staakt het vuren verklaarde. Het antwoord uit het andere kamp is dat dit staakt het vuren ook snel werd verbroken. (volgens Hamas omdat Israel zich niet aan de beloftes hield)
Dit is een oorlog zonder winnaar, waar twee kinderen oog om oog spelen
En steeds minder ledematen overblijven in deze strijd.
Posted on March 27, 2004
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In the air again, part II
FInally the interview for those who missed it (in Quicktime format)
Download here (some mb's... so be patient)
Posted on March 28, 2004
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Paashazen via Paypal
Paashazen bestaan.
Ze opereren nu via PayPal.
Dankjewel Guido!
Posted on April 4, 2004
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What happened?
What brings one to sleep all day, to hide in the cosiness of a bed?
I jump immediately into the little cocoon in the bed, look for the warmest place, heat it up and stay there, hide for the day.
I close my eyes and start to dream, while still awake.
This is what a bed represents, next to be a place to sleep in, moreover it is a place to hide in, to ordain the books in my mind library, to wander around, look it over, touch the books and sometimes take one out to read some parts in it. And then find a link to another and in the end of the day you find yourself still there.
I look around me and see a pile of books. Opened. Left open on a certain page. And different from other books, the books change when you enter them. Sometimes they tell the story of a day, but the next time the same story contains more details, and the event becomes less important than those details, how the bottle was opened, or in the background this person appeared, walking with the dogs. Like your eyes focussing on different things.
Today I scrolled through the different houses I have lived in.
For that I had to go to the stories that happened there. A love, a hot summer and people sleeping in the hallways, a grandfather helping me moving from the one place to another.
All to bring me back into the different rooms, to see the interiors, to feel the wood of the floor, to see the holes in it, to take the dust away that has been gathering there for the last 7 years
The way my television was placed and the memory that because of this television everybody came in the evening to my place, to lie in the bed, together and watch pathetic series.
Or the mirror, where once, after strange herbs, my face started to seem like somebody elses.
Or the door with the little board on it, one morning saying I love you
I guess we all have these memories. They slowly but certain fade away. They become a book that can be eaten by the mice in our memory-library and suddenly you find yourself holding nothing but dust, instead of nice memories.
Thats why some days, I hide, and time and space just turn out to be a trick of mankind, a try to organize what cannot be organized. Those days time doesnt exist, once again it is proved to be particularly made by people. I am sitting in one place while meanwhile I am elsewhere.
I am busy taking the dust out of my books, busy chasing the mice away.
Posted on April 8, 2004
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Passover passed
And I am back...
The sun is shining like a Julyday in Belgium. No reason to stay behind a comp then...
Posted on April 8, 2004
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Interview with Erez
Just had an interview with Eres form Y-net, on SNOWblog. And Photoblog.
And some easy chatting.
It was fun to talk with another 'blog'addict. One which you don't have to explain what blogging is about.
And most of all one that is realistic enough what the dangers are...
Erez told me that he is doing this amazing project. After 2 years living in his neighbourhood, he realized he knows nobody and thus started to interview the people, take a picture and post te stories on the blog. (www.israblog.co.il/erez)-don't bother if you don't read hebrew..-
'Because there is more to life than sit behind the screen.
He is sooo right.
When we ended the interview, I wrote this, will close the pbook, walk outside and not touch it for the next 2 days...
Posted on April 8, 2004
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Home is...
Unlike my friend who thinks of moving to Costa Rica, and who thinks Belgium is a sad place, I do love Belgium.
I never intend to really live abroad. I will always have that brick in my stomach, aching to have a place in the country I was born.
Maybe it takes one 2 years to realize the really nice things about the home you were born...
Friends, family, and then the little things that make life so comfortable. So 'home'...
Like a good piece of steak with french fries and mayo, baked by your grandmother, or spagetti bolognaise by your mum, or the french fries from the 'frietkot' around the corner at 3 in the morning, or the shoarma place near the Fridaymarket.
Or the good parties in the Vooruit.
Or windy afternoons in spring and autumn. Or even a night with your little sissy, just in front of the tele. Or your little bro that has grown 4 inches again...
I guess the food is someties the thing I miss the most.
Last week I was walking through the supermarket with TMR, looking for these little things, like Cote d'or, or green gummies, or little banana candy, or a cheap bottle of champagne, or french cheese, or normal french bread. Or chocolate bread. Sonething that makes home home.
Everything was different...
Only few things ressemble what we have, and when they do, they are sooo expensive.
I ended up with Nutella.
And while everybody tried to convince me I have to try the Israeli choco, I became deaf, buttered my bread, closed my eyes, and was home home for an eternity tat lasted few seconds.
This is why being home will be great. To me shopping never has been a great thing, but it is one of the thins I'll appreciate when being back.
Sigal says I miss home. Maybe I do. Maybe a little bit. Maybe it is time to move on again.
The great search for 'peace within' has to continue, soon.
Posted on April 11, 2004
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Happy Easter!
One of days that you'd wish you'd had the sun of here and the atmosphere of home...
Reaching for the impossible.
Posted on April 12, 2004
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Quote
"Travelling is a lovely thing, the loneliness with unknown people in unknown places, beware to keep your energy for socialising, smiling, shaking hands, telling your story, the truth or the untruth. But sometimes you will meet an angel around the corner, an angel you will never meet again. When I am back, that's what I remember."
M. Kitty 'Sur la route'
Posted on April 14, 2004
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News today...
I think, the more I get to know, the more I want to close the television, get rid of the news and live a life far away from it...
Posted on April 18, 2004
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Holocaustday
Today was Holocaust day.
Sigal warned me for a noise that might come.
A minute later she jumped herself, when it started.
A minute long the sirens went on, making us stop for what happened so long ago.
Cars stop, the world stands still to remember.
The noise of the alarm immediately brought me to 44, the noise you hear so often in movies on that time.
When opening the window, the siren turns out to be just 20 meters away. No wonder
The last two days all the movies showing on all channels are on the Holocaust. On the camps. On the sad stories.
And while the television shows us how in the 30s and 40s people were indoctrinated with the ideas of the SS, I wonder how much we are indoctrinated now.
By the television by movies like these, telling us how evil the people can be...
Like the game the American Army invented, where American soldiers are fighting against 'terrorists', clearly moslimfundamentalists...
Is it the task of an Army to make such games?
Posted on April 19, 2004
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Final show
I guess I look a little bit dizzy.
Cought by the sun and busy with the final show.
Still some solutions have to be found and in one month it is all happening...
This strange stress before everything comes falls over us.
These are the days that you wished we were one month further...
But then again, what would I think that day?
Posted on April 19, 2004
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Hamas-member killed
And again phonecalls from home.
'Everybody says that I am crazy but I wanted to hear you anyway, and yes, I know it is happening in Gaza and not in Tel Aviv.'
My grandmother sounds worried as ever.
How can I explain that we just go to the beach? How cruel this might sound?
Because we don't know what this army with its crazy leader decides to do.
Should I feel pity for this 'terrorist' / 'freedomfighter', when he orders people to explode themselves?
It is against all my ideas to support one of them.
But then again, I don't agree with this brutal killing either.
I am not a believer, not religious, but the ethics that lie in religions have a truth.
'When we become killers ourselves, do we become better than the original killer?'
Israel is very clear on its politics. They will exterminate Hamas before leaving Gaza. Because they can not permit itself not to do.
Because this is a nation of fear...
When I see the mourning on the killed leader, and the guns that are in the streets, and the thousands of people that are in rage, I don't see the persons behind it anymore.
It is a pity.
Because it shows the world only a fragment of the reality.
When I was in Gaza, some time ago, I could feel the hate, but next to that I also could feel the fear, and the desire for a normal life, just like everybody else.
Is that a strange desire?
Posted on April 20, 2004
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Blogging De Standaard Update
Well.
The interaction between blogs is the interesting part in blogging culture.
You ask, you say, you give opinions and get opinions. You share.
And sometimes you even get behind all that and get to know the real person behind.
My reaction to de Standaard blog was really appreciated.
Lieve, it's vice-versa.
Standaardblog, with this blog linked :)
Posted on April 21, 2004
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Graduation Show - Images are empty.

Images are empty, without the necessary context.
It is a statement. Is it true? Or not?
I question it, don't know the answers.
Does this image change when I say it is taken in Gaza Airport?
Which 'emotional' interpretation is added?
Does the meaning change?
What is the difference between hanging this picture on a wall in a museum, or printing it in a newspaper in an article?
It's context or lack of context?
Personal answers can be mailed to me and are greatly welcomed.
Posted on April 21, 2004
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Memory days...
These days in Israel are a series of holidays.
I dont know if they are perceived as festivities so much since the history of this country.
Today is Memorial Day (after last weeks Holocaust Day), this day is a sad day.
All the died soldiers are remembered.
And since Israel never stopped fighting, many people attend memorial services.
Almost everybody has family that died in a war.
The war of 49, the war of 67, the war with Lebanon, or just dying in this everyday life of what they call surviving.
It is probably surviving. Since there was never one peace treaty accepted and thus there are a lot of enemies to face.
Tomorrow it is Independence Day.
I guess this day became so important to them, after the holocaust, and after the several fights to keep their established country.
Flags are all around and are been sold in street corners, at traffic lights, in special shops that only sell flags.
I still dont understand it, and heavy discussions with friends and acquaintances dont make me ready to accept.
Maybe it is the view of European like some say.
But to see them show so much that they are Israeli is a strange thing to me.
When I come to think about it, I never saw a lot of Belgian flags on our independence day.
Last year I wrote how happy I was to see that Gent decided to do something special for the new Belgians that day, the integrated immigrants.
And when I am honest, being abroad for so long, I realize how proud I am to be a Belgian. Raised in a democratic system, with a history of being occupied for so many times and yet established to be an independent country with very liberal thoughts.
How I believe that our kingdom stands for reliability We are not doing so bad, I truly believe.
And of course there are things not to be proud of. But yet, we dare to criticize.
But never, never in my life, I imagine myself showing this proudness by carrying a Belgian flag.
Belgian flags are there when we win an Olympic medulla, or when the national football team wins a game (once in 20 years) and cars in the streets are showing how happy they are.
Or when the king and the queen do a parade and assistants of the royal team give everybody Belgian flags (because few will bring from their home)
And yes I am proud to be a fille de Flandres, but again, I never see myself walking with the Flemish yellow-and-black flag. Simply because the connotation of that is nationalism and with nationalism racism.
It is that flag that the right-winged party, recently accused to be racist, carries around all over.
It is ok that the government and official instances show that flag. Youll never see it labelled on me.
Posted on April 25, 2004
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The world is yellow?
Israel is going crazy because their favorite basetball team has won.
Really sadly it hurts to me.
I left my friends in West Bank, I could leave easily, for them it is impossible, the borders are closed.
Because of a basketball game...
My parents always teached me that my freedom reaches untill it starts to limit the freedom of others.
This victory tastes a little bitter for that reason.
(And I really don't want to hurt people by saying it, but it is just what I feel.)
Posted on May 2, 2004
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Dissapeared
I dissapeared. Somebody is whispering it through my email.
I am indeed silent. but yet not.
A life not lived in the internet is going full speed.
Last week I was finally at Yasser's place.
Although very busy it was enlightening.
Gulud got married.

Unlike our marriages this has a total different atmosphere.
Here one gets married and therefore leaves the house he has been living in during all his life.
Not so easy as we perceive it.
Truly interesting and showing what family can be about...
Gulud, success.
Posted on May 5, 2004
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Thiefs...
I dont have so much in this world
I managed to reduce my luggage to a (still huge) 30kilo.
Containing the most important stuff in my life:
A power book, extra disk space, a digital camera, old analogue ones for back up, lenses, an I pod for music for the soul and some more general stuff.
All of it fits my backpack. And makes me a light traveller, a modern globetrotter, a digital nomad.
But surely I dont wear it all the day
Yesterday they managed to break into the house.
Everything is stolen. The cameras. The computer. Everything what made me a digital nomad is gone (except luckily me, what was hanging on my back on the moment of theft)
It made me realize 2 things: a good insurance is opportune in this world (thank you KBC, and thank myself of thinking about these things in advance, so now the damage is still there but less huge
)
Secondly we can live a life that is based upon 30 kilo, and even if 15 kilo of that is stolen, the world moves on.
A remark: one hard disk (of the 2) was saved, they didnt see it. Both hard disks were bought to back up stuff, in copies, for if one crashed or one was stolen. My theory proved right.
All my pictures I took the last half a year are saved. (You dont realize how relieved I was to see that there was one left
)
Digital management of files in a main back up will become important.
Me, I am running to a hard store, to buy with my last money again a second hard disk, to copy everything.
And a bunch of dvds to burn this same amount of info. Because when its gone, its gone.
Nobody cares about your info when they steal your stuff, and it is in captured in your tools.
(None of the negatives taken was stolen
)
If this hard disk was gone, probably I was now crying
Months and months of work digital pictures for exhibitions and magazines- gone.
Lucky me, it is not
What hurt most? Not so much the money that is gone (I will get part of it back, but surely not everything...) What hurts is my analogue 85mm 1.8 lens that was stolen. And a little watch I bought in Lebanon. The first very old but expensive in value, the other as old but cheap.
Both irreplaceable, I will never find one of the two again
Yes, you can pity me.
But pity Sigal even more
All her cameras and computer are gone too, she is not insured.
Might be a strange request: but yes donations are welcome this time...
To enlighten the pain.



