This photoessay shows everydays situations of youth in the parted city of Hebron.
They are young
they are innocent.
They are childs like anyone used to be. But they'll feel forever different,
cause they will somehow remember the walls and fences that were built around them.
The walls that kept them from visiting the sea everyday,
making friends in other villages, watching horses racing up the hill. The iron fences that were fragmenting their sky may have become invisible to them, cause it is their everyday reality. Just like starting to work before they are even a teenager.
There are walls and fences that are guarded by men in green, alienated men who might also not want to be there. Men like you and me , that were childs once like them, follow orders. Orders that follow orders, that follow time , that follow laws that go back in time, time that was lost. Time that no one can ever capture or recall again.
Where have we been today,
you and me? Everywhere we went, we were lucky to be free and healthy.
What is the world waiting for?
Who counts the bullets and the gold?
Where will we have been tomorrow, did we try to change something?
"A right delayed is a right denied.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.