Of course my negligence won my intelligence as I thought that the neighborhood is an easy to reach place… The tayelet is a frequent area that should be a good landmark to the village . I found myself discovering villages that I always knew existed and actually visited throughout my life. Unlike what I knew in the geography of my city , these villages are a segregated, fragmented and isolated parts of what should be a central area in Jerusalem. We became strangers in our own spaces . It get natural to drive through talpiyot, arnona , tayelet , even to nes harim which is inside the village , but reaching Jabal al Mukabber felt like visiting the inferno . The only sign that leads to the village is the sign you see when entering the village , no preparation before. You can only go there if you already knew your destination . No street sign can direct you to it. We are talking about a few kilometers or separation from what sounds like heaven and hell. Civilization and decivilization.
As I struggled reaching the school , I finally found a building in the middle of what seemed like a graveyard . They are trying to make it look like a livable place by putting attractive colors and friendly drawings, thought to myself with a mockery attitude . How can people survive such a hole of obvious segregation. A few meters up is the great walk through of the best part of jerusalem, and yet, the people of the place live as if they are a part of an interactive scene that tourists can look at from above.
But as in everything with the people of Palestine , we are survivors by all mean.
I entered the school and an inspiring feeling took over me . The way this school works with the students. The friendly atmosphere that is capturing the walls and classrooms, proves that there is still a place for hope despite the ugliness of life under a surrounding suffocating occuaption . I will leave the rest to the pictures ….. Sometimes , as in the case of living in jerusalem reality is impossible to be explained but needs to be seen by the eyes to grasp the impossibility of living for a Palestinian …