Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Oh man!

Carmen’s whole life was trapped inside about a hundred brown cardboard moving boxes. She was late for work. Running up and down the hall, moaning.

James was trying to read the morning paper...

"Where is my 'gel'?"

"Your what?"

"My 'gel', my 'gel'! Don’t you call it 'gel' in English? That thing you use to clean up your…"

"Your sins?"

"Whose sins are you talking about? I’m just asking if you’ve seen my 'however the hell you call it in English' inside any of the boxes we’ve… 

Never mind. I’ll have a shower with your shampoo, if you don’t mind..."






Monday, 7 April 2014

Between hills


"Between hills". That was the name of the Camp.

We had been travelling for months. We were going to stay there for a whole week and I was so tired that the only thing I could think of was... a long and warm shower!

I ran to the shower room. They were all busy so I had to wait.

After 30 minutes, I could get into it. The lights turned off and I couldn´t see anything.

I confused shampoo with toothpaste. When I looked myself in the mirror I shouted:

"What the hell?".





Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Solitude

I didn’t know who he was. I was so frightened I couldn’t breathe.



I don’t know how to explain it or how to make you understand the way I felt.

The only thing I can say is that my will flew away.

The nameless human being who comes into my room every night without asking...








Tuesday, 1 April 2014

From the other side of the Wall

Dear Mr. Ban Ki-Moon,

I now I’m not good at writin. I don’t spek that much ither but I’ll give it a tri.

I just wantit to tell you that I was so happy livin on the other side of the West Bank barrier. The guys and I iust to play everiday and we got along realli well.

I cant remember how I got here and I dont really anderstend why am I so grounded that they wont allow me to go back home.

Inside my cage, I kip hearing the guys from the occupying power talkin about the letter my friends wrote you about my repatriasion…

I suear I dont anderstend what I've done wrong but I promiss that if you help me to jump over that Wall again, I will never, ever do waterver I've done.

Thanks a lot Mr,
The West Bank soccer ball.