koolthing

A stunningly beautiful afternoon in Amsterdam.
The shops are closed, and the city is in the park celebrating spring.

I am still exhausted from all of the drama of last night, and hoping to catch a nap before The Martix tonight, but the chances of that happening seem less and less as the afternoon wears on. I left very early this morning, and have been on the run all day - and feel like I am trying to solidify the travel plans back to the states. I have been offered an apartment and a job teaching Moroccan kids in the West of Amsterdam, in a pilot new media program, but I am not sure if the stability is there that I really need right now.

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After a month of avoiding them, I have started reading the reports from the International Solidarity Movement again - the internationals bearing witness to the tribulations of life in Palestine. I met Neta and her husband during their honeymoon in Paris at my friend Daniel's house. A large group of us spent the evening at an Afghani restaurant discussing current events, and how each of our perspectives of the situation in the middle east were so radically different. We spent time discussing what non-violent protest meant, and how difficult it is and will be to break the cyclical violence that permeates every aspect of life in the middle east.
To now be reinvestigating those conversations in the context of a similar potential cycle of violence is a disturbing.