• Fara'a: 100 years of occupation - Franck Saurel

    By on Sept. 8, 2007
    Fara'a and its refugee camp count 7000 inhabitants. Fara'a is basically a village located between Jenin and Nablus. The refugee camp was created in 1948. Most people come from Jaffa but also Haifa and Led, they planted tents and have waited since that day to come back home. The story is repeating between refugees of here there.
  • Faces - Franck Saurel

    By on Sept. 8, 2007
    For you, Just a few hours, few moments to spend in this city where I passed outstanding moments. Here are some smiles, some faces and hope. The young Mohamed, 4 , who was so excited that day to see his uncle Ahmed again who was released. It was the day when Israelis authorities released 250 Palestinan prisonners. Mohamed is one of those children who play theater everyday.
  • Generations - Franck Saurel

    By on Sept. 8, 2007
    Here are some words...the continuation. Generations. The past, the present and the futur. A grand-mother, her sons and her grandson.... Time. Two days passed since those photos were taken in the Jenin refugee camp and those pictures haunts me. It was warm, the sun was at its zenith and its light made walls of a blinding white.
  • To live - Franck Saurel

    By on Sept. 8, 2007
    I would like to introduce you to... boys and girls who attend this place daily, they are between 10 and 17 years old and come from the Jenin refugee camp. They invade the theater as of 10am and fortunately that doors stay opened. I won't hide you that I became attached to all those children, you cannot imagine at all how they are thirty ...OF EVERYTHING.
  • Tonight in Fara'a - Franck Saurel

    By on Sept. 8, 2007
    The night falls on Fara'a. The stars are shining in a black and deep sky. A cool wind penetrates in the room where my mates sleep. On the open-air roof, several Palestinians boy scouts stay awake. I hear their conversations, their burst of laughter and their silence. An unceasing « bip » made by a walkie-talkie pontuates their chat, stick their ears, they ask and they wait for a reply.
  • Transit to the West Bank - Franck Saurel

    By on Sept. 8, 2007
    Dear friends, First day in Palestine... sorry in the West Bank. I must pay attention to the "words" I use in this text. Meetings during this trip are surprising, sometimes depressing in commited injustice... And a situation which aggravates, but hope is here, "irreductible still and always resists" in the Israeli and Palestinian sides defending the international law and human rights.
  • First day in Jerusalem : sad reality - Pierre Dumoulin

    By on Aug. 31, 2007
    Hi everybody. I arrived on Saturday at 6 am in Jerusalem after a quick visit through the airport of Tel Aviv… Since I have arrived, what I have seen make me feel in a big rage… From my first step in Jerusalem which was completely desert, I saw two young boys around twenty (in my ages). Usually, I would have talked to them, or at least said them hello.
  • Landscapes - Franck Saurel (ùmido)

    By on Aug. 28, 2007
    Landscapes, roads, faces…still on the road, on to new meetings, other world views? I don’t know anymore and my mind is a little foggy. An adventure is ending, another begins. I am on the borderline between the strong experience I had in Jenin, at the Liberty Theatre, and another world, of the refugee camp of Fa’raa.I feel strangely alone today and prepare myself for the next days.
  • Meeting with Michel Warschawski - Pierre Dumoulin

    By on Aug. 28, 2007
    Wednesday, July 18th, 2007, 9.30 pm (...) On the morning of the 15th of July, we are going to meet Michel Warschawski. We go to an Israeli anti-imperialist association’s premises… Michel comes and tells us he has created this association, the Alternative Information Centre (AIC). Michel is an Israeli activist for rights and justice. Yes, such persons do exist.
  • Last mail from Jerusalem - Myriam

    By on Aug. 27, 2007
    Tonight smells the end of the trip, the end of the holidays. Hebron hotel where we stayed with 80 of us at the beginning is getting empty, tonight I sleep in a dorm almost desert. Depressed after all those days surrounded by people, making so many discoveries, to digest, sometimes contradictory… I had re-gone through the alleyways of Jerusalem that I love so much after 10 days in West Bank.