Trump just announced that the American embassy will be moved from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. Arabs all over the world are not happy. Protesting riots are not an uncommon occurrence near the Bethlehem checkpoint, about a mile from our place. You can probably guess that the locals are not exactly thrilled about the new development, so yes, there were some ‘activities’ yesterday and today – probably tomorrow as well.
This is a shot of Beit Jala main street about an hour ago. It’s approximately halfway between our apartment and the checkpoint. Smoke and tear gas still linger in the air, but life goes on.
It’s just another day here in Bethlehem / Beit Jala.
Perhaps it would be a good time to blast John Lennon through the loudspeakers —
“All we are saying – give peace a chance” ..
These are the kids in my Yearbook/Photography class.
It has been a challenge, working with limited resources and ‘colorful’ attitudes.
Since I’ve been pretty strict, they will probably never know how much I care for them, but that’s okay, as long as they walk away at the end of the semester knowing that beauty lies everywhere and that everyone is uniquely special; that life isn’t necessarily all about the finish, but every step, often times grueling, enabling us to spring forward, crossing together.
We live across a street from an apartment building occupied by 20+ Muslim families. Naturally, there are kids. The most visible ones spend lots of time outside. I guess that’s a good thing, not staring at video games all day. They remind me of how I was in Korea when I was their age, always surrounded by friends, just hanging out, sometimes getting in trouble, in the name of ‘entertainment.’ Regardless of how many times they set the dumpster on fire, I see the kindle within. They just need a little spark to burn bright, possibly forever.