7/6/2023

I spent the last few days in Battir visiting the hajjas :) We made shish barak, also known by their (new to me) name then3in Iktat, or ‘cat’s ears’.

Now I am in Ramallah Tih7ta, where I have been watching a military raid develop all around me, for the purpose of demolishing the house of Islam Faroukh, a prisoner accused of carrying out an attack in ‘48.

How bizarre it is to be sitting here typing on my computer, texting, smoking, eating delivery

Living in what feels like an unfolding of chaos, a collapse.

Pressure, survival mode, constantly expecting crazy shit because that is what we know to be true.

Sound bombs, tear gas, car alarms, yelling, tires screeching, doors slamming, ambulances, air condition, keyboard tapping, phone buzzing, just now times.