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Tear gas and romanceLOCATION: Olive groves outside the village, Bil’in, occupied Palestinian territoriesYEAR: 2007TAGS: danger, a kissPUBLISHED: February 13, 2008She's a specialist in international human rights law; I'm a journalist. We met in the city of Bethlehem, a city under Israeli military occupation in the Palestinian territories.
It had proved such a winning combination, that our second date took us to the weekly non-violent demonstration against the construction of the Israeli wall around the West Bank village of Bil'in.
We became separated, as she interviewed local residents about their experiences and I started taking photos. Suddenly, some kids started to throw stones at the soldiers sent to quell the demo, and the soldiers responded by shooting live ammunition, as well as rubber bullets and tear gas.
This was the girl for me.
Seconds later, a further barrage of tear gas grenades erupted around us and a friendly anarchist gave us some alcohol-soaked swabs. We gratefully took them, acknowledged a quick furtive glance between each other, and unceremoniously shoved them up our noses – the fumes of the alcohol combatting the effect of the tear gas.
David Rovics deserves to be a great deal more famous than he is. In an age such as ours, we need a voice for the people. The voice of a poet. And preferably someone who can sing better than Bily Bragg. Rovics’ social realism and inspirational dreamery, combined with a sharp humour, marks him as one of the most relevant commentators of our times.
‘Behind the Barricades’ carries the message that, however hopeless our cause may be, however dark the morning may beckon, however many sacrifices we endure, there is time for a moment of peace, of tranquility; there is hope and there is love.
There can never again be a time when I listen to that wonderful song by David and don’t picture the passionate, romantic moment shared between myself and my girlfriend that hellish spring afternoon. But I’ll also always remember, even if only as a byline, the subsequent image of the pair of us walking back to the village with streaming red eyes and bright blue cotton wool blooming from our nostrils!
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sunshinelikeacid said: This is an unbelievable memory. It is so beautiful that you found such love and passion despite the onslaught of pure hate and violence. This memory really moved me, and I don't say that lightly.
I envy you. As horrible and frightening as that event must have been, it is everything I want. I am 15 now, and I desperately wish to be a journalist and to travel to countries torn apart by conflict. (4/4/2008)
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