It’s almost been an entire year since I traveled to the Gaza Strip. Much has changed since then and much has abandoned me in the form of forgotten thoughts, but the memories of my experiences in Gaza stick with me.
Having been to the West Bank only once in 2000 for a few hours, I’ve never seen Israel’s apartheid wall in person. As much as this is a blessing, I can’t speak much about the individual effect of that particular wall. The walls I’ve seen are of a different kind. Here’s a small album of photographs from my stay in Gaza as I reflected on all kinds of walls.
A multi-textured wall of walls stands just minutes from the seacoast in Gaza City.
A large stone hangs from a rope in front of a wall at a fancy hotel in the north of Gaza.
Inside of a small spice and produce shop in a Gaza market, the walls are lined with yellow boxes, yellow oils, yellow prayer rugs, yellow teas, and a variety of other colorful items.
The coastal road between Gaza City and Khan Younis is a place of solitude for many Palestinians where the seemingly infinite sea is complemented by the absence of walls. [Read more...]