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always on the internet, the site of Art (www.arte.tv) finds an extraordinary reportage: the cameras come in a school in Ramallah in the West Bank and in Jerusalem, in Israel. Children who study history? What are the maps? The Balfour Declaration, which is it? And the Nakba? And the war of 48 and that the Six Day?

not have the energy to translate the transcript of the report, but I post the link where you can watch the documentary.

Boys and girls will be about thirteen fourteen years for the other two "Entities" does not exist, and if it exists, it is the enemy. How many generations will have to go and live on this Earth before they create a workable and viable solution? In my more than humble opinion, the solution will not be one of the two states but a single state like Switzerland or a "state" of the genre.

The report can be viewed by clicking here: http://www.arte.tv/fr/az/1087350.html

I report the transcript in full, I wish I could write the name of journalists, but does not appear on the site

ARTE REPORTAGE DU 11 JANVIER 2006

"Une ground, two stories "

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7:30 am, Chanin Aziz College of Ramallah. College girls, not mixed occupancy in Palestinian territory.

Each morning, the same ceremony. The day begins by reading a passage from the Koran followed by the national anthem.

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TRANSCRPTION

Tradition again. Each day a student must read a short text composition. Today is the turn of May, 12, grade five. May composed a poem. On his country. A country that does not exist ... yet.
Staffroom. Rana, 27 years taught history for six years. The College of Ramallah is one of the first schools with new history textbooks published by the Palestinian Authority. Previously, students and teachers had only old books Jordanian or Egyptian. Rana
wife of 30 years: "The new programs are more focused on Palestinian history itself. They talk about building Palestinian institutions, the map of Palestine with what may happen in case of agreement. All students know the map of Palestine but the goal is to get them to accept the new configuration in response to possible agreements.
Look here on this map, there are administrative boundaries. It's almost the map of future ... "

But Israel is not mentioned on this card?
Rana: "For the moment, it is hard for us to mention Israel. That would mean that this land is not ours, we're not with us then that since we are small, we are told that Palestine is from the Lebanese border to the Gulf of Aqaba, Jordan to the Mediterranean. " We
November 2. For Rana, one topic is needed today.

Rana: "Today we will discuss the Balfour Declaration because it relates to the Palestine homeland. You know that the Balfour Declaration? Who wants to say something? "
May, 12 year old girl:" The Balfour Declaration, the decision of British authorities to give Gift of Palestine to Israel. Jews were oppressed in Britain, the British wanted to get rid of them and they decided that Palestine was the best place for Jews. "
Rana:" But who gave Palestine to whom? "Another
12 year old girl: "It was Sir Arthur James Balfour, British Foreign Minister who gave it to Lord Rothschild, one of the leaders of Zionism and one of its biggest suppliers in Britain."
Rana: "Is that Great Britain had the right to give Palestine to the Jews and Israelis?"

Another girl: "No, it was not their country, they had no right to decide on something that was not theirs. "
Like all young Palestinian professors, Rana deliberately chose to make history a tool of political struggle . In interpreting the facts when it suits his cause. For her, like thousands of other Palestinians, the Balfour Declaration, it is the beginning of the misfortunes of his people, the starting point of a story being written in overnight. In tears, blood and anger. 1917, 1948, on this same land, both dates resonate very differently.
Rana: "What has happened in 1948? "
another student:" The Palestinians have had to emigrate to neighboring countries like Jordan, Syria, Lebanon. The West Bank is returned to Jordan, the Gaza Strip to Egypt. "
Here, difficult to forget for a moment Israel and its soldiers. Yet, in schools, it is as if the Jewish state simply did not exist.
Rana: "It is impossible for us to recognize the state of Israel. You can search you will never find mentioned the name of Israel.
On any map, any atlas, any document. Even on TV ... We are always told the "so-called state of Israel."
When reminded that Rana Yasser Arafat himself has recognized the State of Israel therefore admitted share this land, the young teacher begs the question.

Rana: "There is only one way of seeing things is to go back to history. Since ancient times, the history of this land is tied to the Arab-Palestinians. And that's it ... "Like all

Palestinians today, Rana is full of anger against those whom we call here the "occupiers."
In the West Bank and Gaza, not a school, not a classroom without walls covered with drawings, photos, celebrations of the "martyrs" of the case. Not a single symbol of peace.

Make this reflection is immediately attract Ramallah and elsewhere in the territories as a response to long cry of despair. "How could we talk about peace when every day we are humiliated, abused, killed by the Israelis?"


Maya is 14, is Israel's third college student Rene Cassin. We are in Jerusalem, Ramallah is nearby. Another world, another young girl who in other times might well have been friends with Maya, the Palestinian. A
same land, two stories. That is learned here is first that of the land of Israel, that of the Bible. The college Cassin is a secular college, but in all institutions of the Jewish state, the elementary school to high school, the Bible courses are part integral to the program.
Three hours per week. Taught by a professor who claims the need for a secular reading of a critical reading of the Bible:

A woman of 40 years, professor of Bible
"The teaching of the Bible is something very important. That's why I teach. The Bible is a fundamental discipline is a cornerstone of our culture, for the people of Israel and worldwide. That includes us, identifies us. Much people who live here claim it to justify our presence on this earth. "
parallels the history through the Bible is taught by a history of Zionism and in terminal only, contemporary history, the creation of the State of Israel.
Yair is a history professor and head of the college charts. He shows us his latest acquisition: "This card is one of the few that we just bought. It is a map of the Middle East with Israel and the Palestinian Authority territories. It was printed in 1999, but obviously things are constantly changing here. "

You use the term Palestine?
"It depends on the teachers. When we speak of the territories under control of the Authority, we use the word Palestine. But it depends. If we talk about ancient history when it said neither Israel nor Palestine, one speaks of Judea, Samaria and the coastal strip. "

In Israel today, the weight of words is important. Rares such are those who use the term West Bank.
All continue to say the Judea and Samaria.
What do we young Israelis on the Palestinians? There is little in history class. But in public institutions, it attempts to approach the issue through civics courses. Just like what Orna, design manager for the third.
Orna, 40 year old woman: "My classes are called identity and belonging. They treat links with Judaism, links to this earth but we are also talking about other people who have ties to this land."
It's a bit of Jewish philosophy, a little history of Jewish origins and a bit of news. It's something that we created for addressing the issues posed by students, the needs they feel.
Theme of course now the situation of Palestinians following the blockade of the Army Israel.
Roni, 14 year old boy: "There are many unemployed people there because they can no longer work here. And why they can not come to work here because they are afraid of attacks, we do not want terrorists could disguise himself as a worker. "
Here we have a state and an army, they themselves have no state, no army. This gives the illusion that we are strong and mean. And they are weak but in my opinion is different.
One thing leads to another. When something happens here, there's something going on there, it's a vicious circle.
Female 14 years old: "Roni is right, one thing leads to another. If they come here and make an attack, then they are arrested. And when they are arrested, they are attacks. But I do not not say it's normal to put them in jail but how to prevent attacks. 10 young people will die because they wanted to celebrate a birthday in the city. One thing leads to another, we must stop this. "
Maya, 14 years old: "I think the best answer to all that is peace.
When there is peace, there will be more attacks, we are and they have more fear they can live normally, they may travel. There must be peace. "
At the end of the course, Orna, at our request, organize a vote.
Orna:" Who is for the creation of a Palestinian state, not in Uganda as he says, speaking of a state here. And that is for the creation of a Palestinian state? And who is against? "
The question addressed and the vote were heated spirits. The few supporters of the creation of a Palestinian state are taken to task. On this side nor the side Palestinian, no attempt to understand the other. Here
also expressed anger. Anger attacks against Palestinian suicide bombers.
In Jerusalem, in Tel Aviv in Israel as elsewhere, we live in fear. Not without reason. Despite multiple safety measures, the pervasiveness of police and military tension is obvious. Everyone lives in fear of an attack.

We decide to take Maya and her friend Galia in the old city. Not without concern, they agreed. They did not return here for years. We ask why Maya has been one the only ones to vote for the creation of a Palestinian state
Maya: "I think every people should have a state, anywhere but must have a state.
Today in Israel, Maya's view is rather a minority. It is ready to share his land well almost ... "

Maya:" It depends which part. Jerusalem, no, I do not think the city should be shared but where there are colonies , where there is nothing, I think we can give them. " Galia
14 year old daughter: "Let there be a state yes, but not here. Not Israel, not inside Israel. Wherever they find space. "
Maya:" I think there's room for a Palestinian state. In Judea and Samaria to the Gaza Strip. "
Galia:" We conquered this land, it does not bother me there over Arab villages but all these attacks, it is not good. "

We're a few kilometers from Ramallah, in the refugee camp Jalazun. One of the oldest, built by the United Nations in the '50s. A temporary camp intended to accommodate the Palestinians driven from their land by the war of 1948. The provisional hard tents have long since disappeared, a city built was uprooted.


Here the boys' school camp.
The students are all in blue, the colors of the United Nations fund and manage the facility. At least five hundred meters from the school and camp, a sort of Swiss village: the Jewish settlement of Bet El.

class fifth, history lesson on 1948, what all Palestinians call the Nakba, the disaster.
Moujahed, Professor 30 years: "Our subject is the heart of the history of Palestine is the Nakba."
"The Nakba is what?. ... Alaa?"
Alaa, 12 years old boy: He is interrupted twice by the teacher who asked him to clarify.
"This is the defeat of Arab armies and the expulsion of millions of Palestinians ... .. to neighboring Arab countries Syria, Lebanon and to other parts of the world. ... America, Great Britain. "
Moujahed: "They have been expelled but who came in their place?
" Jews. "
Moujahed "Alaa us, you will draw the map of Palestine as it is today."
When Jews came in 1948, they took the whole party. They gave the West Bank to Jordan and the Gaza Strip to Egypt. After 1967 that happened?
Alaa: "In 67, the Jews have occupied the rest of the Ppalestine, the West Bank and Gaza."
Moujahed: "Well, take the green pencil ..." So here was
Israel in 1967 ... .. everything became Israel. As Rana
in Ramallah, is a Moujahed Young activist professor. He is the son of a refugee, he lives in a small village half an hour's drive from Jalazun. Today

Moujahed takes his class to a photo exhibition organized by the youth camp. A Jalazun as in all refugee camps, it is openly pro or pro Hamas Islamic Jihad. Here the living conditions are harsh, extremist movements are the only ones to provide social and material assistance. And to refuse any concessions to Israel.

Moujahed: Look, this woman, she is under the tent, she had a house she has her whole life to build. A Jew came from Ethiopia, the United States United States, I know not where. He moved and said this is my house. "
Look, the tragedy is written on the face of this woman.
Moujahed:" In Palestine, before Israel, before the arrival of Jews, all these cities, these villages were Arabs. Their names are mentioned on this card. "
Now realities have changed, there is Israel?
" We want it as Palestine. We do not want the Jews. "
Alaa:" They, they have occupied this land but, she appartientdans its entirety. "
So what is the solution ?
Alaa: "We must fight ...."
"Until when?"
Alaa: "Until the end of time."
After class we take Alaa and three of his friends as close as possible to the Jewish settlement of Bet-el facing their school. We are less than three hundred meters.
"You learn history, you know what the Holocaust?"
Alaa: "We just studied the Second World War."
Other young: "Hitler, massacred Jews across Europe. He was killed but them they came here to kill us. "
Opposite, there are people your age. They too were born on this earth?
Alaa:" They are the ones that have occupied us we were there before them. They came, they built settlements, but we we were there before them.
IILS simply leave, they just go back whence they came. "
" fresh start where? "
Alaa:" In hell. "

the Bet El settlement, here.
The first settlers moved in 1977. Three to four families then. They are 5000 now, more 25 hectares. A small world apart. All are religious. Here we do not practice a critical reading of the Bible but a reading at face value.
A little world of its own although, again, tension and fear are apparent. colonies have thought of fortresses, they are not immune to the kamikaze attacks.
Beth-El has a dozen colleges and even a university. We were not allowed to film school and one family to agree to receive us.

Family Avigat. The eldest son, Yair, 12, is a yeshiva pupil. Reading and learning the holy books from morning till evening. From its terrace, Yair can see the school Jalazun, Alaa and his cronies. He never talked to them, even through a fence.
Yair, 12 year old boy: "It depends, certainly not now, it's impossible but if there is peace ..."
They hate us, they hate us. They do not want to talk to us.
"Do what you can learn the history only by the Torah?"
Yair: "Yes of course, everything is told, whatever happened to the people Israel.
The Torah was written three thousand years ago or more. She talks about what happened and what will happen. When the people of Israel will be gathered here, this is the time of redemption. "
But if everything is written in the Torah, what will happen tomorrow?
Yair:" I do not know what will happen, I'm sure there will be no war all the time. This will end one day. "
A Bet-el, we live a little in isolation. Intentionally we do not watch television and went outside to a minimum.
Yair and his brothers and sisters are not open to this that happening on the other hand, a few hundred meters in the camp Jalazun. Obviously their reading of the Torah knows no compassion or tolerance for their Palestinian neighbors.

Yair: "Actually, they have enough room. They already have seven states that represent, I do not know, 40 times the size of Israel. They do not lack of space. They say that c is holy ground for them, but it is their belief. "
Elizar, 11 years old girl: "In the Torah is not written that it is a holy land for them and yet they say they want stay there, it's their land, they have a religious obligation to make us leave. "

courtesy of his parents, we agreed to go make some pictures of Jair out of school .
The presence of the camera causes a very fast reaction to the unexpected display of pupils in school. A religious school.
often said about her past to better understand the present. In Israel as in Palestinian territories, the past serves as an ideological weapon to justify this.

On this earth, each claiming holiness, the cycle of violence, anger and hatred often swept for the moment, any idea of \u200b\u200btolerance, understanding each other.

Published on: 12-01-06
Last Updated: 20-02-06

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Gaza (Palestine)
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Was broadcasted daily from the 26th of October to the 23th of december 2008
You will find 40 episodes (80 videos).

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Gaza Sderot Sderot JerusalemNahr al-Bared refugee camps in Lebanon

You must get back to the negotiating table, you can not continue to hit either one way or another. I included several video found on you tube. It is not easy to extricate in fear and vengeance of one and other. Looking at some Video of Hamas is afraid of the destruction of Israel, watching the video of the refugee camps, but not only, you understand how hatred continues to be fueled by the conduct "suicide" of Israel - and we Europeans are watching! we must stop this war and we have over the years and caused power.
Who has time to try to look a little'..., think it must be a long time and much blood from Jerusalem propagate the waves of war but also filaments of sunshine and peace, and since there are Jews, Israelis, Arab Muslims, Christians who seek to build bridges, we must help them. To do so, however, we must immerse ourselves in the perspective of everyone: feel and hear fear, anger and hatred that has accumulated over the years. We must not listen to strengthen them. Change your perspective. I think it's easier to do from our homes than the homes demolished by Israeli bombs or the Kassam rockets.
I remember a passage from Edward Said in which he said: you must be European, you who are "out" you can help us. we are too deep and everyone has too much pain to bear, from either side. The same thing has written several times David Grossman, who lost his son in war.
seems really very difficult.
I wonder if I report these videos is good, I do not know. I just know that I am not directly taking part in this tragedy. Point. I'm not Jewish so I can only - perhaps - understand, imagine the deep fear that tends to justify everything, are not Arab and therefore not know the humiliation of centuries. Here I am sitting at my desk I try only to try to understand.
The only thing I realized is that it is not easy.

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video: Exclusive Interview - Hamas - We Will Fight With All Our Hearts Against Israel (15.01.2008)

I enter this link to try to spread the culture of listening (and certainly not anti-Semitic feelings!) giustuficazione that does not mean anything. I think that knowing the mood varied, complex and composite of the two parties involved, and is a key action conditio sine qua non to try to understand the complexity of the Middle East issue that affects everyone, especially us Europeans that we are - but I shall not tire of repeating it - the more responsible.

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Just the other day posted the interview with Amos Oz and asked not to point the finger at ...
my mind though, just insert the links where you can find maps of the Land of Israel and Palestine, also called the Holy Land. I think it's useful to get an idea, however rough, of the complexity of the Middle East.

In this first link, there is an article (in French) on the very interesting geographical political value of the categories (think of the value and the role they have in the peace treaties or in the various peace negotiations that were:

This link is the map of Jerusalem contention:

This link is the situation in Gaza

card of the Palestinian diaspora

A letter from the West Bank should be "whole" Palestinian

card of refugees in countries of the Middle East (Proche-Orient):

The only thing that we can do is to document homes from our secure on all fronts and, for those who believe, do not stop praying for peace.



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source: Le Monde diplomatique


Thursday, December 25, 2008

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E 'for a long time since I write on my blog.
Now I have neither the head nor the inclination to do so but at least try to regain his strength to put interview with Amos Oz interview with journalist Umberto De Giovannangeli. I just found on the Internet and can be found at the site of CIPMO or in the Unit, from which this newspaper.
The topic is always relevant and with the current climate now on Gaza and the entire Land of Israel and Palestine hope to Oz and its people to "have courage" to put and call us Europeans always a hand on consciousness and stop pointing the finger at one another or against the so biased and sterile.

remember 27 December 2005 when, with Lorenzo (my husband) went to visit him at his home in Arad to know: Lorenzo was writing a book "Jerusalem in memory of Amos Oz," and simply wanted to know. The coffee they offered us was excellent! And the man turned out to be a "great".

"cut and paste" below an interview recently (November 30, 2008) by journalist Umberto Giovanangeli Oz.
Some might argue, "but we in Europe, nowadays, after all, what of it?" Got to do, and how! Unfortunately I think it is possible to hope in the two states split because there are too many Israeli settlements in the Land of Palestine: If you look at the maps that continue to change the borders and settlements, there is a country (the two together) to scrub Leopard where the zones are well defined between them. I think they should also get these images in our news. Nevertheless, not point the finger, instead I try to encourage and promote actions that men like Amos Oz (but there are many on both sides) make every day for a possible peace.

About the Israelis and the Palestinians and we hear what Oz says:
Two victims of the same oppressor. Europe, which colonized the Arab world, exploited, humiliated, it has trampled culture, which he controlled and used as the basis of imperialism, is the same Europe that has discriminated, persecuted, hunted and finally mass extermination Jews perpetrating a genocide unprecedented. (Amos Oz)

The Israeli-Palestinian tragedy, compromise and peace: a vision of Amos Oz

Umberto De Giovannangeli

His novels made him famous in around the world. The commitment to dialogue with the Palestinians has always accompanied his extraordinary literary output. Writing and civic engagement inextricably intertwined in the life path of the greatest of contemporary Israeli writers Amos Oz. From books agony politician in this conversation with the Unit, Oz explains the meaning of his challenge. And he tells "his" Israel. Starting in a Holy Land that feeds on absolute dall'elogio compromise. Antidote to fanaticism, "In my world - reflects Oz - the word compromise is synonymous with life. And where there's life there are compromises. The opposite of integrity is not compromised and even idealistic and even determining, or devotion. The opposite of compromise is fanaticism and death. " Writing and politics. A combination that helps the great Israeli writer to frame the Israeli-Palestinian conflict: "What makes it particularly serious - Oz notes - is that it is essentially a conflict between two victims. Two victims of the same oppressor. Europe, which colonized the Arab world, the exploited, humiliated, he has trampled culture, which he controlled and used as the basis of imperialism, is the same Europe that has discriminated, persecuted, hunted, and finally mass extermination Jews perpetrating a genocide unprecedented. Strictly speaking, two victims should show solidarity with each other instinctively. So often happens in novels. But in real life some of the most bitter conflicts in the field see the two victims of the same oppressor. "

CONSIDERATIONS Amos Oz are permeated by an inspired realism. Like when he stresses that "the opposite of war is not the love and the opposite of war is not even pity, and the opposite of war has nothing to do with the generosity and forgiveness and brotherhood. No, the opposite of war is peace. Nations must be able to live in peace. If I make time to see the state of Israel and the State of Palestine living side by side pattern, without bloodshed, without terrorism, without violence, I'd be happy even if it were a triumph of ...». In his country, Israel, Amos Oz calls an act of courage. Political, moral, intellectual. And historic. In particular, a pressing issue, crucial to a peace agreement: the issue of Palestinian refugees. "The time has come - says writer - to openly acknowledge our participation in the catastrophe that imprisons the Palestinian refugees. We are not alone responsible, and the only culprits, but our hands are not clean. The State of Israel is strong and mature enough to admit their share of responsibility and to speed up the conclusions. "

It is not everyday that a writer, albeit busy, decides to "get their hands dirty" with politics, down the field to form a new party. What led to this choice?

"The decision to involve more in creating a true social democratic party, is derived from the consideration that the next Israeli elections (scheduled for February 10, 2009, ed.) may be decisive for the future of the country. Could result in the choice of the path of peace or war. This is what is at stake. And we have never been so close, as now, an agreement with the Palestinians. With regard to the nature of this team, I felt that only the Meretz (left secular and pacifist, ed.) May serve as a basis for giving expression to the need for a party that carries out a social democratic platform that today, in Israeli politics, has no real representation. "

And why the Labour Party, the party of David Ben Gurion, Golda Meir, Yitzhak Rabin - whose history is deeply intertwined with the birth of the State of Israel and most of his sixty years of life - is not the most? What remains today of that party and the principles that inspired him?

"Unfortunately, very little. The Labour Party has become a partner very marginal government coalitions led by others. Its historic mission has been completed and a success is only partial. It's true - and this must be recognized - that the Israeli left has managed to penetrate many of his ideas in Israeli public opinion. Many taboos have been broken. We can certainly say that, largely, the area's political center-right Israeli today, has absorbed and made their positions for which 15-20 years ago, the left was accused of defeatism, or worse, treason . The problem is that Labour have failed to carry through this work: they have convinced much of the public on the positions of principle, but failed to find a way to make concrete and accepted by the majority even with the inevitable conclusion, that means the necessity of ending the conflict based on territorial borders of 1967, West Jerusalem capital of Israel and East Jerusalem the capital of a Palestinian state and assurance of peace and security for Israel. But that's not all ... "

What else?

"The Labour Party was a partner in recent years, governments have been running the country on the basis of a capitalist economy would call brutal, without rules, without social constraints. This state of things must be radically changed. Go find a social-economic system that gives the right answer to the needs of even the poorest sections of society and in need of help. "

Israel has lived for years between fear and hope. Feelings that mark the present and influence the future. What is the vision of Israel of which you are the bearer?

"I think we should and we can end the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians, or at least reduce its size to compare with the regime, to Hamas, which now controls Gaza. Such a result would represent in itself a historical fact has changed a lot over the current situation, as throw open the possibility of peace with the Arab world. "

It is said that intellectuals are critical conscience of a country. This assumption is still valid and if so, how to set the current reality of Israel?

"The Israeli intellectuals cover a wide span of ideas so as to make difficult and unlikely any attempt at generalization. I myself do not see myself as a consciousness of Israeli society. I consider myself an involved citizen, who has a particular sensitivity to language. This is the channel that brings me closer to the reality of the country and social commitment that brings me feel I have to give. "

Looking to Israeli-Palestinian conflict, she has written and spoken often of a tragedy where two rights collide with equally well-founded. It 's still the case and how to get out?

"The only way out for passes compromessoe for the recognition of its existence in peace and in its sovereign and secure borders. Where there is a clash between two just rights, including fair and equitable, the finalepuò only be of two types: Shakespeare or Chekhov. In the first scene is littered with dead bodies and despair reigns in the second, all the characters are dissatisfied, melancholy, sad and heart heart broken, but nobody dies. I am looking for a final Israeli-Palestinian tragedy to Chekhov. "

In a topical pamphlet, "Against Fanaticism," in which are collected some of his lectures, she has played a polished, passionate speech of the compromise. Is not inconsistent with the sharpness of the ideas that drove you to politics?

"Definitely not. You see, when I say I do not mean capitulation compromise, I will not turn the other cheek to the adversary, an enemy, a bride. I intend to meet each other, more or less halfway. Everyone knows the price and terms. Everyone knows, kilometer, mile less, what will the final map of the Agreement. It's just a matter of courageous leadership of both parties, to realize what the two people already know in their hearts. And compromise means that the Palestinian people should never kneel, or even should do the Jewish people in Israel. One of the features of this tragedy is that he wanted to defer the research, inevitably, a compromise. Inevitable because, like it or not, we must divide this land: neither we nor they have nowhere else to go, "

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Marc Chagall Bella with his wife and daughter, Ida - 1917

1941 Marc Chagall and Bella by: pages.cthome.net / WWIIHERO / chagall.html

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E 'evening. Thursday. I think of Bella. In her nine years old girl and then woman recalls. That you remember. This evening I like to quote the chapter Bagni where Bella gives us the atmosphere of his hometown, Vitebsk (now Belarus) to the earliest dawn of the twentieth century. One of the photos I chose for Bella, portrays Vitebsk in 1908.
Bella Rosenfeld was born in 1895 in his writings reminds the child of nine years. The photograph appeared Caturano for us the time of memory and remembrance of those that went down Thursday at the baths with his mother.
With them we prepare to enter the Sabbath ....
(I remember the summer I spent in translating the voice of Bella Rosenfeld: I engrossed in its pages and in the enchantment of my waters of the lake, she in the cold of winter, directly to the baths along the street where Jewish Vitba scrolls, in Vitebsk.
But listen to him:

Shabbat, for me, begins on Thursday when night falls.
later in the day, the mother rushes out of the shop, as if forces to escape the noise of the week. Still in the shop, she was heard shouting:
"Bachka, where are you? Come to the baths. Sacha! Linen is ready? Svelte! svelte! I have no time!"
The home wraps around the bundle of linen, ties him with a rope so strong that the paper tears. I m'infila coat, hooves, I tighten the cap, I can not give a breath.
"Silly, do not cry!" Readily me dry the tears continued to fall.
"Come on! Freezes out. All we need is - God will preserve it - you take still cold! "
on the sly, my mother and I go out the front door, as if it was already Saturday and the store was already closed. My mother would feel uncomfortable to go there with the laundry under his arm, but wrapped in a black paper. The store, in fact, is full of men and, who knows, there may still hold. Let's go racing.
E 'own late mother waited until the last minute. At the door, probably, we expect the slide that will lead us to the baths. The driver is always the same - it is always there in front of the house - he already knows, every Thursday evening, almost at the same time, mom you do bring to the baths.
the evening, cold, snowy, enfolds us once in a blanket freeze. On the slide, under a blanket worn, I feel the hand of mother holding me tight - above all, it does not slip! - And I feel that my mother has already forgotten the store and the mayhem that has just escaped.
Fly away with the sledge, outward looking in the pure air, it seems that is already beginning to vibrate for all the holy prayers to be recited, with the will of God, before the arrival of Shabbat.
The road is long. The coachman takes us for a shortcut to the dark side of a stream - the Vitba - where the bathrooms are Jewish.
In silence, the slide cuts through the icy air vibrating with frost. From the bank above, flashing lights dim winking. It 's the light of PADL, the small market square, shining over there on the height.

know the market well. I know the merchants, shops, basements, and above all the dairies. Before going down the stone steps, you had to ask for help the Lord, it was so wet and slippery ladder. It was cold as a tomb.
Water oozed from the walls gray. One small glass lamp from the lit smoke-filled room. Its low range was barely loaves of butter yellow, the large bowl of cream, and even less the angle from which it sprang, as babies' heads, hard cheeses of Gomel.
Only large scale could be seen clearly. Suspended like a throne in the middle of the cellar. The iron chains swinging in the air like long black braids, and the two copper plates held up, so proud, poor and few supplies, like Justice herself.
Merchants in vestitoni transparencies, all around the s'agit cellar. With the tip of the fingers emerging from half-gloves, tearing pieces of butter, fill jugs of milk, cheese as they hurled snowballs, and during all the time, as if someone shouted from behind them percuotesse. Perhaps this will warm up. From time to time, from the basement office of breathing filters a dirty word. Curses, tongues of fire, fly around, firing a stall after another.
"What the plague take him away! How disgusting of merchandise do you have? Damn my age if I lie.
merchants rant. Blacks seem to mice in their burrows. Curses inflamed just as outside, is stirred by the hot coals in the vessels of iron, there they are stocky little women sitting holding a basket of roasted beans in shawls.
merchants insult one so eagerly and so hard that it becomes almost a joy.


All these cries accompany us from afar, while my mother and I we sent to the bathrooms. The wind brings a curse, it shakes the air. The snow that falls drops down to the ground.
And so we arrive.
"Back - God willing - to be here in two hours," her mother says the driver, even if he knows so many years.
In the vestibule of wood, we encounter the woman who sells tickets, wrapped up like a ball of merchandise. At first, it does not move either. You can see only the tip of the nose and fingers. On the table next to the tickets, they go for a walk a pear, an apple frost. A bit 'of Kvass blue - probably made livid by frost - crack in a bottle.
The cashier, as if our breaths swallows hot, half frozen slowly closes her mouth, and it turns a cold smile.
"It's really cool to sit all day," he said brightening gradually. "The wind blows everywhere. Still a bit 'and you could completely freeze while waiting for arrivals a human being. "
Mother with a smile and encourages me to buy an apple or a pear.
We push the door leading to the bathrooms. The noise Latch alarm raised two or three naked women, covered by shawls. How
flies scared, jumped, jumping from the bench, and come to chatter around us.
"Good evening, Altechka. Good evening! So late! Coma is, High? The little ones are good? How are you, Bachinka? "And women are starting to groped by all parties.
"Ah, the evil eye you save! But yeast grow as "
were revived, they have waited in vain. Shawls fell from the back like wings black. I am struck by the whiteness of their bodies.
Everything becomes more pure, more clear ...
In the anteroom, the heat mixes with cold air that flows from the outside. I hardly knew the women at the baths, although they are always the same. And every Thursday I think they become more and more old and ugly. The youngest - the shawl which he knew even mold - will not let me be with his bony hands.
"It's cold, is not it?" Well? The unbutton your dress? Do you have another with you? Well, throw him into the bench. Come on, raise your leg! So what? "
spurs me as if I were a horse.
Even before throwing a look around, I find myself with all the slots of unlaced shoes, and shoes, stockings rolled up flying to the bench where I'm sitting. My ass is up and down with the seat of the bench.
And I have not even had time to see what happens in the bench where your clothes as they fall into a dark pit ...
The icy wind blowing through the windows, covered with frost, steamed snow: you say your eyes become blind.
shivering. The woman taking my towel baths and wraps it around me.
"Well! Wait a bit! Between you very warm. Here! We go to the bathroom, you see? "
I feel lost. Dragging me toward the door like a goat. His hands
steel drag me. "Do not fall, my God, Bachinka! Walk slowly! It slips! "
Once inside, I can not breathe, and half fainting, I can bring. An impenetrable cloud
me covers his eyes. A small light gray metal with a hook is hanging up there, above the door. The tiny glass is still too large for the light and as soon as the door opens, ranging from all sides.
Rest stops. I'm afraid to move. The floor filled with water, it is not. The water flowing in the legs, flowing from the ceiling, walls, as if all the little house exudes warmth.
She rushed on the bathroom tubs, rinse the slippery bench where I sit. Do not have time to say a word. The back thin, shiny circles like the tail of a cat.
The hot water flows. Two or three buckets in the face to give off steam that is hot.
Heat bench calms me down, let me put my legs in a tub of warm water. The woman approaches me of the bathrooms. Her breasts dangle in front of my eyes like deflated balloons, and in his belly, taut as a drum, my nose collapses. I feel caught between the tubs and the belly. I can not even turn around - I can not even think about it.
His rough fingers caught my long hair. With one motion, she begins to rub. The soap slides up and down, as if the ironing head.
The head turns, hidden in her hair. I have no time to even start to cry. Hold the tears, I remove the acid soap bubbles that burn my eyes. The soap penetrates my ears, mouth. Blind, dip your fingers into the bucket of water cool place near me.
Return to me when my hair is rinsed. Drops of water down my eyes and soothe them. Catch my breath, I pull up the back, open my eyes.
I hear the creaking of the door and the door, I see, stark naked, my mother white.
A cloud of hot steam immediately wraps. Two women argue. Small tears of sweat slide down the sides, from the breasts. A rain drop continues to flow from the hair and behind the ears.
Quiet, shy, mom he is standing near the door. Women who take care of her, rushed into the tub, open all faucets, hot water go through the bench for her. Without
upset, the mother sits and takes his body, the whole bench. Exhausted all for being rubbed, from where they are, the distinction hardly. Even in front of me is uncomfortable and lowers her eyes when I look at only the hair. In place of his thick curly wig every day, I see her short hair, thin.
became weak, stifled all these years, no air under the wig ... I am overcome by a heavy sadness, as if suddenly lose strength, let me wash still, without resistance.
She grabs my body, I grab the soul. As a piece of dough, puts me on the bench and starts to rub, to pinch me, it seems that wants to make me a bread form of braid.
I turn to my stomach. It gives me such a hit that jump up on the buttocks.
"Oh well, what do you say Batchinka? It 'nice, right? "
She soon found his tongue. "Look how you turned red! It 's a pleasure to give you tweaks "
Exhausted, looks to take it away. Suddenly I fear behind him, a body of water falls on me. For a moment, disappear in the torrent. The water lifted me up and carries me like a river. The woman inundates me. I melt like wax white, on ecstasy, Heat.
"Phew" The woman is breathing a sigh and wipes his nose with wet hands. "Really shines as a small diamond Bachinka! You can benefit, my child! "She looks at me with those eyes glaze over, wilted from the water, and quickly, covers me with a warm blanket.
probably would dry itself. Slowly, with his arms around me as if I was a small blessing is that Shabbos candles.
From a distance, look like dealing with the mother. They certainly rubbed, soaped and, of course, the tubs of warm water have made it feel good.
Yet, it is not ready yet.
After washing, the older women came forward with a stool and settles down at the feet of the mother. Place a candleholder on a copper box, turn the piece of candle that is there remained inside. Rekindle the flame and short before his mother began to complain about his hard life. It seems that all concerns have penetrated into the back until it prostrate at the feet of the mother's weight.
"May God have mercy on us, free us from all punishment."
Raise your eyes from the ground. "So be it, Father of the Universe!"
How to make a sacrifice, starts to fix the toes of her mother. The flame comes alive every prayer that mumbles in the nails before cutting. For every blessing, it illumines the heart. Mother, look down, look at what she does to the feet, and listen to his words.
behind the burning candle, a crown of light seems to subtract both the darkness of the place. A head down on the other, the two white faces shine, as purified from a sacrifice.
After making polished toenails of her mother, the old woman raised her head:
"High, now we go to the ritual bath," he says softly.
Mother sighs, as if the old woman had communicated a secret. Both slowly, get up, straighten your back, pull a deep breath, catch your breath: you may think is in the process to cross the threshold of the Holy of Holies.
stand out in the dark the two white shadows.
I was afraid to go there. You had to go through a warm room in which, on long seats were flat and suffered torture. From the scourged smoldering branches of branches, moistened by drops of hot water. Rising from under the benches heavy breaths, as if all these women burned on hot coals. The heat
I enter the mouth and grabs my heart.
"It 's definitely hell for those who have many sins," I say to myself, and run quickly from the mother to the ritual bath.
As in a prison, down in a dark room.
Over a small bridge it is the elderly woman. With one hand he carries the candlestick lit, the other is waving a white sheet.
Mother, quiet - I was so scared for her - down the four steps slippery, and then immersed in water up to his neck.
When the old woman says a blessing, Mom gets scared. As a convicted, he closes his eyes, he closes his nose and dives into the water as if it were forever.
"Kooo-sher!" Cries the old woman, with the voice of a prophet.
I have a start like a thunderclap. Anxious, waiting - for sure now a flash from the darkness of the ceiling will fall and kill us instantly. Or maybe the stone wall will pour a flood and submerge us in the darkness of the ritual bath.
"Ko-oo-sher!" Cries the old woman again.
Where's Mom? Water no longer moves.
But suddenly, the river seems to crack. The mother's head emerges from the water. He shakes off the water as if it came from the sea bottom. Three times the old woman crying to his lungs three times and her mother sinks into the water black. Do not take it anymore and wait for the old to stop crying and that her mother no longer disappear in the water.
In the end, is tired. The water flows down from the hair, ears. But smiles. Out of the water like a fire - clean, purified.
"high, this can benefit you and make you well"
The old woman smiles the same way. Two long thin arms held well wrap up the sheet and my mother as two great white wings, she smiles like an angel bright. Dressed
, still smoking, chewing an apple that has long frost has melted from the heat, and wait for his mother.
Suddenly my mother began to hurry as if suddenly remembered that it is not a holiday and that the store is still open.
The sacred and the warmth of leaving the bathroom. Fast, dresses. The women talk about their latest misfortune: the curtains on a dress, the other a boot. They fear that, by his mother, in their hearts things still remain unexpressed until next Thursday. With trembling hands, wrap the package of our laundry, and wrap me well as a package.
Inflates the heat, I can hardly move. Mom delivers tips and listen to the long blessings with which women join us.
"Whether this is beneficial there, Altink! In this Thursday, God willing! Welcome back! Take care Bachinka "A
screams louder than all others and, immediately, cover with their shawls.
The little door closes her alone, so it seems. We stopped for a moment on the threshold. How cold! From the dark sky snow falls. The stars, snowflakes shine ... And
'day or night? The eyes see all white and cold.
the chariot and the horse has grown a mountain high and white. Yes are frozen? The driver smiles. Bushy eyebrows from the crumbs falling of snow.
The horse, revived, neighing.
"Welcome back" he shouted from the bathhouse.
The sled jerks.
"Hop! Hop! "The driver whip his skinny horse.
Faster than the first leg, his mother through the entrance, left the pack of underwear. The smell of the house, shop, face the lash.
"God knows what happened here without me!" As a
guilty, he runs to wash his face purple and sits up, again, to the shop.
I'm sorry that the bathroom is finished so soon.
(translation by Madeleine Cavalleri Gobbi)