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2. "Welcome to Palestine!"

15 January 2008 – I've been to Palestine for a month now. Winter has come for good. Temperature falls below zero during the night. During the day I visit my patients at their homes. The houses are very cold. Nothing that needs electricity is working. It is too expensive.

15 January 2008 – I've been to Palestine for a month now. Winter has come for good. Temperature falls below zero during the night. During the day I visit my patients at their homes. The houses are very cold. Nothing that needs electricity is working. It is too expensive. People are rushing to switch on the heaters just for us. I feel embarrassed wrapped up in my fleece while people around me wear basic clothing. There was a small child today with bare feet walking on the cement ground. Her feet were almost blue from the cold...

Children gather around when I visit. We draw together, we play, we talk. They are shy but very polite usually. Not much time passes till they start smiling at me trying to attract my attention. They don't have to try much. My attention is on them anyway. To those who cannot manage speech so well to explain what are they afraid of, to those who cannot understand why they need to visit their parents in jail and not have them at home, to those who wake up with nightmares every night. Children don't understand about politics, diplomacies and casualties. They are not supposed to.

During Christmas boys are asking from their parents plastic guns as gifts. Toyshop owners say that anything else stays on the shelves, nobody buys it. So they stopped bringing any different toys anymore. Little Palestinian boys stand on the side of the road, targeting me with their gun as we pass with the MSF car. At first they "kill" us and right after they smile broadly telling us "welcome to Palestine".

"See" you all in 2 weeks...