February 24th 2006
„Hey, Muna! Where are you from?“
Again we fetch Muna at the gyroscope in Assariah today. She arrives with a shared-taxi from Aram, that is short before the checkpoint in Kalandia/Ramallah. The last two times it has taken about 1 hour to cover this distance of 10 km respectively. case a distance approx. 1 hour. Each Wednesday she comes with Samuel, her small two year old son to Assariah in order to give the Jahalin-girls English lessons.
Muna comes from Norway, she has lived in London many years. But now she and her small family go back to their homeland. On the way to the Jahalin hill she is already expected by the girls with their school booklets in the hand and a quick "Hey Muna, how are you?" on the lips.
On the way to the hill I get a call that the office of the international observer office in Hebron was attacked and that it is recommended, so far not absolutely necessary, not to drive into the west bank. But we are already on the way: Munas last English lesson ought to take place and afterwards we want to say goodbye with a small party.
The wind blows, raves, and the sand of the desert floats over the Camp, the sky is grey and wild. The atmosphere is a bit like the press releases running over the ethers: the world seems to turn completely upside down again… But despite violent shaking of the wind the caravan, our small center on the hill, proves its stability, and Munas gentle voice is occasionally over-sounded not only by the children, but also by the heavy noises of the the wind. Since a half year Muna comes to the Jahalin girls. In this time something beautiful grew. Even if the headlines of so many media can arouse the impression that all efforts towards communication would already have been smashed, then we know that it does not correspond to the reality completely - not only on the Jahalin hill in Assariah.
Report: Anna Crummenerl; Images: Jonas Calabrese