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"Irrational" A Photo Collection of the Settlements by Rula Halawani (2003) |
„Irrational“ Foto-Serie über die Siedlungen von Rula Halawani (2003) |
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"Intimacy" Photos of the Israeli Checkpoint Qalandia by Rula Halawani (April 2004) Series 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 |
„Intimacy“ Fotos des israelischen Checkpoints Qalandia von Rula Halawani (April 2004) Serie 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 |
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"The Warm Light Still There" by Rula Halawani (2003) |
"My beloved city; your streets are filled with memories, with silence, with evidence of humans who cannot reach you anymore. Jerusalem I have never seen you this dark, empty and sad before I had to go back to your streets, to record the memories that are engraved in my head since I was a child, those memories are merged with other people's past, your walls are connected to history, to feelings, to who your owners are. In you where I found my body, in you where I found my soul, putting the two together I found myself just a human being who deserves to live in you free. I have always been scared of empty places, my stems from the feeling that people who once inhabited a certain place and left would not be allowed to go back to it, but the warmth of your light is giving me a hope that the good days will come back." |
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"Negative Incursion" by Rula Halawani (2003) |
"Ten years ago when the peace process first started, I; like many other Palestinians was ready to give peace a chance. As the peace process developed, the events that followed filled me with worry: the worry of losing my city, Jerusalem, and the right of exiled Palestinians to return to their home land. The days went by and in my eyes things only got worse: more of the land was taken; more Israeli settlements appeared on Palestinian land, more killings. On the 28th of March 2002 I was in Ramallah when the major Israeli Incursion happened, I was shocked; everything around me looked so different. Every street and square I visited was dark and empty; no one was in the streets that day except the Israeli army and its tanks. I felt depressed and cold. The only Palestinian I met on the road that day was an old man. He was shot dead. I never new his name, but I had seen him walking around those same streets before. That night I could not take away his face from my memory, and many questions without answers rushed inside my head. It was that night that my hopes for peace died." |
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