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?
I hope for these kids to be forever free someday, in a world that is better than the one right now.
"A right delayed is a right denied.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.
Two kids confused by Israeli Troops
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This is what it looks like when doves cry.
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A Viewpoint over Hebron
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Young boy around 11 guarding Pigeons and Chickens
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Border entrance of Hebron, a split city
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Written Hebrew in the temple which is divided for the two Religions of Arabic Palestinians and Jewish Israelis .
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A peaceful scene that could be a symbol. Two Israelis play a colourful guitar in front of a temple where a massacre used to happen in 1994. Goldstein, a jewish settler killed more than 50 people and himself in the buildung behind which is also the tomb of patriarchs.
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Riding around, keep moving to leave behind.
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Two very young boys working on the market smoking hooka.
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Not a real fight, just kids playing.
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A curious boy posing
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They are Curious kids - the Kids of Hebron want to see the world..just like we used to when we were small.
Think about it.
