Catherine Donattini *
Anas has never been late to class. It is never not even once. It never happened that had not done your homework, it's never happened that made them ill aves. It is a brilliant student, disciplined, intelligent, as are a few. A student that any teacher is invariably attached to it. Anas to come to a lesson in Italian must travel several miles, at least 40 minutes away. Anas is Palestinian, and this extends to his own way, indelibly, for illogical twist in the path marked by a wall even more absurd. Anas is closed within the space that the occupying regime of Israel has marked for non-Jews, who remain on the other side of the wall, silently hoping, as settlers roam inside and outside the West Bank, undisturbed. And if not the wall, and if they were not the length of road, the weather, check points to prevent the study of a boy, then speak to the violence: the fastest, truly, more direct. Anas
today was late, I was amazed. It finally arrived in class, at least 15 minutes after the start of the lesson. I saw him slump in his chair and shaking. Tremble and shake tremendously, from the right pocket to try his hand, a handkerchief, sobbing. Rushed: "They beat me, beat me in four." "Why? Why? "In my innocence deceive me there might be a reason. So, with the hand holding stomach, gasping for breath, her face distraught, flushed with the beatings, he said.
As every day had taken the taxi that takes him from Abu Dis to Bethlehem. As each day had to go through the Israeli checkpoint, like many others, is housed in what many, even today, use to call the Palestinian Autonomous Territories. But today there were riots throughout the West Bank. But there has been tried, and like most other times, scapegoats. And so it is that four Israeli soldiers out of the car Anas, who was traveling with other people. They indicated, confiscated his identity card and shouted, "You! On that side. "
They brought in a small room, with each check point is provided, and four began to beat wildly. They slapped, they've beaten their guns on him, then let you go. Anas
slumped in that chair. His tears, his honor, his values, his intelligence wounded. What a shame, anger that I feel infinite, an anger that will not listen to reason and that maybe I would have felt if I had just read in a newspaper. The injustice indeed have eyes, mind and real tears. I wanted him to hospital, did not want to Anas: "Even I have to let me steal this lesson?". During class, all I've been able to say was: "My dear, you'll be in Italy next year, and studies at the University." Then those words are burned in my belly ... what consolation is the flight? I
that students can identify with Anas. I would like teachers, Italian teachers, Imagine getting the best of their students, one morning in class, beaten and wounded soul. This is Palestine today, an apartheid regime against which we Westerners are called to respond.
* Professor of Italian at Bethlehem
the poster 18/03/2010
Anas has never been late to class. It is never not even once. It never happened that had not done your homework, it's never happened that made them ill aves. It is a brilliant student, disciplined, intelligent, as are a few. A student that any teacher is invariably attached to it. Anas to come to a lesson in Italian must travel several miles, at least 40 minutes away. Anas is Palestinian, and this extends to his own way, indelibly, for illogical twist in the path marked by a wall even more absurd. Anas is closed within the space that the occupying regime of Israel has marked for non-Jews, who remain on the other side of the wall, silently hoping, as settlers roam inside and outside the West Bank, undisturbed. And if not the wall, and if they were not the length of road, the weather, check points to prevent the study of a boy, then speak to the violence: the fastest, truly, more direct. Anas
today was late, I was amazed. It finally arrived in class, at least 15 minutes after the start of the lesson. I saw him slump in his chair and shaking. Tremble and shake tremendously, from the right pocket to try his hand, a handkerchief, sobbing. Rushed: "They beat me, beat me in four." "Why? Why? "In my innocence deceive me there might be a reason. So, with the hand holding stomach, gasping for breath, her face distraught, flushed with the beatings, he said.
As every day had taken the taxi that takes him from Abu Dis to Bethlehem. As each day had to go through the Israeli checkpoint, like many others, is housed in what many, even today, use to call the Palestinian Autonomous Territories. But today there were riots throughout the West Bank. But there has been tried, and like most other times, scapegoats. And so it is that four Israeli soldiers out of the car Anas, who was traveling with other people. They indicated, confiscated his identity card and shouted, "You! On that side. "
They brought in a small room, with each check point is provided, and four began to beat wildly. They slapped, they've beaten their guns on him, then let you go. Anas
slumped in that chair. His tears, his honor, his values, his intelligence wounded. What a shame, anger that I feel infinite, an anger that will not listen to reason and that maybe I would have felt if I had just read in a newspaper. The injustice indeed have eyes, mind and real tears. I wanted him to hospital, did not want to Anas: "Even I have to let me steal this lesson?". During class, all I've been able to say was: "My dear, you'll be in Italy next year, and studies at the University." Then those words are burned in my belly ... what consolation is the flight? I
that students can identify with Anas. I would like teachers, Italian teachers, Imagine getting the best of their students, one morning in class, beaten and wounded soul. This is Palestine today, an apartheid regime against which we Westerners are called to respond.
* Professor of Italian at Bethlehem
the poster 18/03/2010
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