I feel great sympathy for the Palestinians, not for Hamas, Fatah, PLO or PIJ, but for the ordinary people. Palestinians who struggle to carry on, daily humiliated by the Israeli.
While I lived in Morocco, I studied German for a half year with a Palestinian teacher. I guess my sympathy for Palestine dates from these days. He was a very sweet, older gentleman, I really loved him. And he loved me. Not because I was the only blond girl in the class, but because I was the only person without beard and moustache amongst the Arab girls and boys.
But why is the Palestinian conflict so hard to solve? Now I know. It is not because either Hamas or the Israeli government didn’t want to compromise for the peace. It is because in the peace making process all the reasonable people on both sides were bored to death by Hanan Ashrawi’s biography. Only the illiterate wackos survived.
While I lived in Morocco, I studied German for a half year with a Palestinian teacher. I guess my sympathy for Palestine dates from these days. He was a very sweet, older gentleman, I really loved him. And he loved me. Not because I was the only blond girl in the class, but because I was the only person without beard and moustache amongst the Arab girls and boys.
But why is the Palestinian conflict so hard to solve? Now I know. It is not because either Hamas or the Israeli government didn’t want to compromise for the peace. It is because in the peace making process all the reasonable people on both sides were bored to death by Hanan Ashrawi’s biography. Only the illiterate wackos survived.
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