On the other end of the spectrum from Tel Aviv are the local Bedouins who live in the desert surrounding the North Camp. They live in low, open-roofed huts made of parched boughs, raise goats and sheep and spend the day retrieving water from government-supplied cisterns. They carry the water in gallon jugs to individually water the hundreds of small peach (or a similar fruit) trees they tend. The cisterns are their existence -water trucks come by irregularly to replenish them. Big, underground concrete bunkers which hold survival by the ounce.
The children, adults even, wave at us as we drive by in our airconditioned, diesel vans. I'm told they're asking for one of the 1.5 liter bottles of water we use for drinking and cooking here, that our bottled water is a treat to them. They look up from under white headcoverings and a shading hand as our helicopters fly overhead.
I wonder if my existence is as incomprehensible to them as theirs is to me?
The children, adults even, wave at us as we drive by in our airconditioned, diesel vans. I'm told they're asking for one of the 1.5 liter bottles of water we use for drinking and cooking here, that our bottled water is a treat to them. They look up from under white headcoverings and a shading hand as our helicopters fly overhead.
I wonder if my existence is as incomprehensible to them as theirs is to me?
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roach1161:
and i can understand preffering Ft. lewis over egypt.... i've never been to egypt, but i'm one of those people who walks ouside during the day and goes"aarrrgghh!! the sun!"i don't think i couyld survive in egypt
inkedgirl:
I bet it is.