Internet is a scary place. I want to write about my friends, but realize it is not a good idea to use their real names. The name of the village is usually written with less a.
Everything around was take over by the Jewish. Several hundred of the Palestinian villages were destroyed and the pine trees planted on top. There was this young guy, smart and tough for his 22, he left his village and 1952 started building a house several km away from it. But the authorities would not give him a license. Who would give a license to a Palestinian, when all the country around was busy destroying their houses and covering them with pine trees?
It was a matter of stubbornness, bravery and luck, that when the men came over to destroy the house, he could point at the paper on his door, that he attained that day. The supreme court decided that local authorities were not right not giving him a license to build a house.
An unimaginable victory for the uncle and frightening precedent for Israeli authorities. After him his relatives came and started building houses. This was the beginning of the Maaakhoul village.
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Pusys ant sunaikintu kaimu. Pradzioje nuskambejo kaip koks ekologinis veiksmas. Bet gi aplink pilna ir siaip dykyniu turbut. Teisingas veiksmas del neteisingos priezasties ir pasekmes tur but bus ne kokios. Kada nors arabams bus garbes reikalas visas tas pusis sunaikinti. Arba ne, pavers tas giraites memorialais…
grizai ant ratu, matau. suksi ratas. sukasi du. ot kad taip viena diena tave pamatyc! Butu daug dulkiu ant tavo batu ir ant tavo ratu. tokiu pasaulio apnasu. kaip ant palydovu issiusto lunachodo. kiekviena dulke vertinga. ir kvepianti universais, kurie cia tik popieriuje galimi.
sedim kazkokiam laive ir vykdom komandas.