Hisham toon

cartoons

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chips - film by Jeehad Sharkawi in Gaza, 2015

Chips - Short Film - 2015 - Jeehad Sharkawi Gaza

During the aggression on GAZA , July -2014 , 6 years old child staying close to his tense mother !
Due to sudden shelling ,the family had to leave home quickly !
.. End of the war , family returned back to the destroyed house
, But the mother has no more than caddy of food to give here unhappy son , but he prefers to exchange it with "Chips" from the grocery !
The unlucky Child faces serious difficulties , so he could not enjoy his bag of Chips , finally he lost it ! , The child returned back home at night , picked up two more cans of food, he decided repeat the whole story !!
in the darkness .. , runs again to the grocery .,but the little Child was targeted by drone attack !

فكرة موجزة ن الفيلم :
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أثناء العدوان علي غزة - يوليو 2014 , يلتصق طفل حزين - 6 سنوات - بأمه المتوترة
و فجأة , يتم استهداف المنزل , فتضطر الأسرة للهرب علي عجل
مع انتهاء العدوان ، لم تجد الأسرة بدا" عن الاقامة بمنزلها المدمر
و لا تملك الأم الفقيرة سوي أن تقدم علبة من الطعام لطفلها البائس
فيفضل الطفل الحزين استبدالها ب " Chips " من البقال
يمر الطفل بمواقف صعبة داخل المنزل و خاجه تحول دون تناوله لكيس الشبس !
.. , يعود أدراجه للمنزل المدمر و قد حل الظلام
يقرر الطفل التقاط علبتين اُخريين من أجل الحصول علي شيبس آخر
... لكنه كان هدفا لهجوم ليلي بطائرة بدون طيار !

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Karama Gaza Human Rights Film Festival "Red Carpet"

web:
http://es.globalvoicesonline.org/2015/05/24/gaza-despliega-la-alfombra-roja-para-un-festival-de-cine-en-un-barrio-azotado-por-la-guerra/

YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c43d5CB3rt8

Free E-Book on Palestine, the Palestinians, and Palestinian History

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Osama Alayaseh - Sheikh Zayed literature reward for Fools of Bethlehem

Novelist Osama Alayaseh winning Sheikh Zayed literature reward for 2015 
as first place in the Arab literature for his novel Fools of Bethlehem.

http://www.alarab.co.uk/?id=50551

صورة جديدة لفلسطين والفلسطينيين/عبد الله مكسور العرب اللندنية:الفائز بجائزة الشيخ زايد للكتاب يقتحم مناطق بكرا في الرو...
Posted by Osama Alaysa on Friday, 24 April 2015

فيلم تاريخي وثائقي فلسطيني انتاج - 2012 JERICHO

JERICHO 
فيلم تاريخي وثائقي فلسطيني انتاج- 2012
by

Jeehad Sharkawi

Jerich1 أريحا 1 - فيلم تاريخي قصير Jeehad Sharkawi
أريحا 1 JERICHO فيلم تاريخي وثائقي فلسطيني انتاج- 2012 Palestinian Historical Documentary- Short Film Written and Directed by Jeehad Sharkawi تعليق عصام اللولو مونتاج مدحت حجاج ، المادة التاريخية و الاخراج جهاد الشرقاوي "Jericho 1 "Historical - Documentary Short FilmBy : Jehad S.Sharkawi , Art DirectorJericho , Here is the most Ancient city in Palestine ,and the WorldFor more than Twelve thousand year ago, man begins first step in construction on earth .That time, first human society started to organize it self forEstablishing first organized Community , in the world , mainly in Jericho, for the first most developed human civilization at all.Ancient times, while, man was Wandering the wilds, the flourishing civilization of Jericho new the stone buildings, as it new also Castles and forts !Jericho knew growing wheat and making bread, for more than 9000 year, While ancient man lived hunting what he could feed on.Not far away from this place, Phoenicians presented the first initial alphabets in history as the Palestinians Canaanites descendants of the Phoenicians presented numbers calculations for the first time!Palestine which provided the first humanity with the first and greatest civil civilizations in the world, was the most suitable for the reception and the dissemination of the divine messages pro-peace and man’s love to each other. … But Palestine which spread the messages of peace never knew the taste of peace since the killing of David to Goliath, and since then this land new ages full of blood, grief and tears.As for Jericho, which gave civilization to the universe and civil in all forms such as wheat cultivation, baking, and the construction of buildings and stone castles, was burnt and destroyed by Joshua Bin-Nun and his soldiers after Moses exit , and before his death , and not reaching Palestine ...Near the fields of wheat, which have seen the maturity of the first wheat grains cultivated by man, and on the northern banks of the Dead Sea, flows the Jordan River which used to be known as the fastest among the rivers of the world where in its flow was the baptism of Jesus.But it is considered as 9000 year of wheat production and the preparation of the first loaf of bread for the humanity by the Palestinians. It is also considered as 3000 year after the killing of Goliath by David ... , and after 2000 year of Jesus baptism, the very same fertile land is being taken from its PalestinianThis fertile land is still extracted from the Palestinian owners "breeds of Goliath" toturn the followers of David, such as colonies for themas colonies of them, Wile the holy Jordan River becomes a gaping and dirtyHoly Jordan River, which , which it described as the fastest rivers in the earth ! ..Clean water not flowing around the wheat fields of Jericho, where Jesus was been baptized ...... Conflict continues unabated in the land of the messages .
Posted by Jeehad Sharkawi on Monday, 30 December 2013

Paintings by Hosni Radwan, Music: Majaz by Trio Joubran.

by Eitan M Altman

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raast - Kawala

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Nakba Museum Project

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Nakba Memory and Hope Project:

 Time is running out! The 1948 survivors are now in danger of losing the chance to tell their stories, because no one has built a space for their voices to be heard. The Nakba Museum Project aims to do precisely that- and ensure that the Palestinian legacy of endurance is passed on to future generations. It is a legacy that speaks to both peoples that sharing the land is indeed possible.

While the media carries the urgent news of war and death, a museum allows us to place the immediate events in Israel/Palestine into a larger story, inviting people to understand what appears as a cause today is nothing more than a symptom of an unresolved yesterday. The Nakba project begins a new conversation in Washington by insisting that the history that we do not understand is the history we are most likely to repeat. Since the idea was conceived in June 2014, the founders have discovered a real groundswell of support for the idea. 

The Nakba project is committed to being nonpolitical and nonpartisan. It will be a space which simply tells the human story, with all its paradoxes and pathos. It will not be about taking sides or proving someone right and wrong. Rather it aims to build a deeper understanding of the current impasse, and become a place for critical conversations for change. 

The museum will be launched in stages and initially display paintings, art work, educational materials, articles, historic artifacts, and show movies. In stage two, it will host events, seminars, conferences, in which refugees and their relatives share their personal stories. The goal of each display or event will be to create a culture of listening and represent a non-contested space, through a simple invitation to witness.

Zaidon - music

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Memories of war..!! by Maisoon Bashir

It is the 10th of July 2014, the third day that I am writing in my diary about the war here in Gaza, and the stories that will forever live within me. Pain running through my stomach and abdominals, an emotional pain, constantly waiting for the future with fear and worry. Despite the fear and worry, people are still determined to live and fulfill their dreams, nothing will stop us ... apart from death. For me, this has become like a series of action, which returns every year. The only difference is that there are new heroes and, sadly, new victims. It seems that the productivity of this series is increasing year after year.

The first show starts suddenly with random shelling, the thunder of the bombs, the explosions, the sound of aircrafts, the sound of ambulances, the screams of children and the cries of the mothers. Once again, the breaking news of Gaza hits the headlines, with an updated number of martyrs. This is just the beginning of the story. In every story there are thousands of tales with eyes filled with tears of pain and anguish, and fear of what has happened around us, at the same time there remains hope, strength and the willpower to exist.

As usual, my family gathers in one room thinking it is safe, the safest room in our home. Only this time the war comes in the holy month of Ramadhan, this is something that was completely not expected. We all have that one 'safe' room yet we know that nowhere IS safe. We have to expect bombing and shelling anywhere at any time and any place. This war lives up to its name good and proper.

I need to write these notes just to record them in order to share with the rest of the world. However, I do not need to record this for myself because it will remain entrenched in my heart and memory and I will never forget them. How can a person forget the permanent pain of loss inside of him? But I write to share my horrific experience with the whole world, for them, to know. Perhaps my writing will be able to wake the world up who is in a deep sleep, whilst millions weep.

I remember the fear of my mother when hearing the sound of shelling and missiles approaching more and more from our house, here the role of my mother is starting as worry and fear are increasing . My mother starts reading verses from the Koran, and make us repeat them, perhaps it could save her children, surviving the brutality of the shells, as if something would protect their children from death .. !!. Here I stand saying "don't stress me with your worry mum the worse thing can happen is to die and we will all die one day."

My younger sister frequently says "Mom do not go out of the house, my mother do not sleep away from me, mom do not leave me alone. Since the beginning of the war my sister is constantly in the smallest room of the house, thinking it’s the safest room in the house, as previously stated.

In the morning the shelling intensified and it was violent and scary ,it lead to my little sister crying and crying and squeezing my hands tightly, in a way that scared me a lot; what makes me cry is her look while she saying these words "Maisoon, do not leave my hands Let's die together!" or when she says "mmm I'm not afraid of death but I do not like to be tortured by it or I do not like to to... to stay alone in this life!" .

Imagine with me , I don’t sleep the whole night fearing that if I close my eyes, I will wake up with something I don’t like. The worst case scenario, seeing my family dead. I realize that everything is possible in a war , but the feeling of losing someone close to you is so difficult, I know that very well, because I still suffer the loss of my father (May Allah bless his soul) and I always will. Nothing can ever bring him back.

A shortage of sleep has exhausted me, and my body is exhausted by thinking too much. I often have the desire to shout loudly and say "OH, PEOPLE PLEASE STOP , THAT’S ENOUGH ( KHaaalaaas , in Arabic ), I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP JUST ONE HOUR ". Perhaps someone will hear or pay attention.

The clock struck 3:00 at dawn , it is time for the preparation of suhoor (breakfast in Ramadan). I do it, trying to kill the desire of sleep in my eyes after a scary night ..

"Mohammed wake up, come on. Zana wake up and drink a cup of water, mom, drink water, eat something." As I fulfill the role and responsibilities of a mother who takes care of her children, you can consider this a feature of my character.

I love my family very much, I am so proud of them and I miss my siblings, who are abroad, a lot. They remain very worried and they call, call us ten times within an hour to be assured that everything is fine.

The phone is ringing, it is my brother Dr. Yazid "Are you okay. If there's anything surrounding you, DON’T go out the house!"

Then another phone-call, it is my brother Eng. Yazan "What happens, I heard there is a shelling in our city Deir al-Balah reassure me, do you have electricity, do you need anything?" and the same thing from my brothers Yousef and Zaid.

The one worried the most and in a complete state of horror is my sister Amira. She is studying medicine in Germany. You will not believe, she calls every hour or at any moment she hears news that there is bombing in Deir al-Balah "I am following News and I heard that there was bombing, I am worried a lot, please assure me, don’t hide anything from me, Are you Okay?!”

Every time my siblings call, I can't pretend that everything is fine I can’t tell them, "Yes, we're fine, me, my mother, Zana and Mohammed, do not be afraid. It has became normal to us”. Whatever Allah has written, good or bad, will be. And they themselves know that.

Birthday..

14-7 is the date of my Birthday , today is my 22nd birthday. Now, I am a girl who is twenty-two years old. It’s a nice feeling to grow a year, whilst your dreams and ambitions grow with you. Twenty two years - a dream growing up with me since my childhood is to be a bright star in the sky, to raise the voice of truth, to be the voice of poor people, the voice of my beloved country Palestine. For Twenty-two years I have seen my people suffering from injustice.

I was planning to celebrate my twenty-second birthday , because I thought it would be special this time. Especially after I graduated from University. I finished one stage of my life and will take a new stage, and go out to realize my dreams. The first thing was a scholarship, I got it after three years of trying, without feeling bored or frustrated, a chance to travel to the United States in a scholarship to learn how to set up scientific research.

I was so happy

I was at the peak of my happiness, feeling proud that I achieved a goal or perhaps a dream. I believe that my dream is mine and I will get it. I learned this from Martin, Gandhi, my father and many great people who have played a role in shaping my character. What increased my joy, I knew that my Birthday this year will be in the same time that I'll be there. So, I'm going to see my brother, Yosef, who I have not seen for ten years and more, because of the situation in the Gaza Strip. For this reason, I thought it would be a special birthday, I was closing my eyes when I put my head on my pillow, dreaming how fantastic it will be. This is the subject, to live plunged in a fantasy world, a world in which every privacy and what I wished, exist.

Call me crazy, for it is my best feature, sometimes a person needs some madness to taste the sweetness of life. It will be the first time to be out of Gaza's boards, it is the first time to taste freedom. But the price is very expensive.

I started planning, moment by moment, how I will spend the time with my brother. And suddenly something stopped me ‘Oh! One Moment Maisoon, Do not forget that you are in Gaza, you have to realize that.’ Perhaps it is the cost of living in Gaza, to put something between a dream and reality and to expect anything to happen. But this disturbing cost does not stop me dreaming, never. I used to dream and be optimistic that the next will be better, no matter what the circumstances are; this was the sentence of executioner to hinder me to travel without knowing the reasons .. !!

And what made the thing became more complex is the war against Gaza. OH! What bad luck you have Maisoon…! All that I have planned has ended in a bad way, and nothing will happen! I lost my joy and happiness, but there’s one thing that happened, one thing didn’t change yet, it was to have a special birthday and yes I had it, but with a view of the Israeli occupation. Thanks to the Israeli occupation, particularly with these horrifying pictures of children and civilians killed and their homes destroyed. It's been made special by the sound of bombing everywhere and the electricity and water shortages. It's been made special by my younger sister who says “please let us die together!”

This was the equivalent to my birthday cake. So thank you for making my birthday so special. Thanks to the silent world, the so called callers of human rights and biggest thanks to the humanity of Israel.

Time of breakfast:

The time now is 4:00 pm, the time to start preparing the breakfast. These are the ritual of the holy month of Ramadhan, but in these circumstances, everything is different. My mother tries to choose easy meals that can be prepared quickly and we help her to make it in a short time!

Electricity is still cut off, the shelling is continuing and different voices in the area, with each hit we get out of the kitchen and wait for a bit, then we are back completing cooking the food, thus like playing a game. Now, everything is prepared and after ten minutes we will have our breakfast, but suddenly we hear heavy shelling near, close to the home. My home is near to UN school which has a huge number of families, and the parents who fear for their children’s lives. You hear the screaming of kids and the sounds of sirens from ambulances. Five people have been killed.

My mother says " hurry up, eat quickly, praying and don’t go out, OK?"

Indeed, we eat but we do not taste the food, the fear overpowers us in many ways, this is being one of them: what we eat just to give our bodies strength from exhaustion of this bad situation, and no one can bear it.

Now, the radio news station is starting in my home! Yes, don’t be surprised, every one of us is following the news. While the electricity continues to cut, the only window is by using our cell phones to be kept updated with what's happening outside. Imagine, twenty-four-seven we hear the news. It seems that my home turned completely into a news station, but in a different form.

I told you before, that everything is changing because of this the war, it doesn’t care about anything even the holy month, the religious rituals or at least the humanity! That they violated your inviolable Ramadan, sorry Ramadan!

My pen has stopped writing, because I can't bear what is happening and I can't bear the brutal war and the massacres have been committed one after the other, without any movement of the world. And also, because the stories and events, how much I tried to narrate is incomparable to what is actually happening. The events are indescriptibles. The ink from my pen has finished and I don’t have completed my story.

Will the war end? I do not know. But I know, that it has planted pain and pain in the hearts of people, especially in those children who have lost their families, their ties and their dreams but their eyes are still shining .. ! We are waiting and we are still waiting for the real victory, for freedom, shining it’s sun in the land of a long occupation. Maybe it is our destiny to die, if not in this war, it may be in the coming days or perhaps, will be like those who drowned in the sea, seeking to save their lives. Or luckier, to be the survivors on a beach, where we can find the new world.

Regards

Maisoon

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Handala - culture of Palestine

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Handala - culture of Palestine: 
arts, music, literature, craft, dance, fotos, films etc.

Ezz Al zanoon Photography - page as photographer

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ezz-Al-zanoon-Photography/388661231281204


Women cry after the loss of his brother in the war on Gaza

Photo by Ezz Al zanoon — in Gaza.

Palestine before 1948 - video

Post by Qamar Ahmad.

400 American scholars boycott Israeli academic institutions

http://falastinews.com/2014/10/04/400-american-scholars-boycott-israeli-academic-institutions/

PLO Department of Palestinians Expatriates Affairs confirmed Friday that more than 400 American scholars and anthropologists signed a petition to boycott Israeli academic institutions.
The petition came to voice their “opposition to the ongoing Israeli violations of Palestinian rights, including the Israeli military occupation of the Gaza Strip, West Bank, and East Jerusalem, and to boycott Israeli academic institutions that are complicit in these violations.”
The undersigned anthropologists said that Israel has maintained an illegal siege on the Gaza Strip for seven years, severely restricting the movement of people and goods in and out of the territory.
“As anthropologists, we feel compelled to join academics around the world who support the Palestinian call to boycott Israeli academic institutions. This call is part of a long-standing appeal by Palestinian civil society organizations for the comprehensive implementation of boycotts, divestments, and sanctions (BDS) of Israel, and is supported by the Palestinian Federation of Unions of University Professors and Employees (PFUUPE)”.
The undersigned anthropologists called for ending Israel’s siege of Gaza, its occupation and colonization of all Arab lands occupied in June 1967, and for dismantling the settlements and the separation wall.
They also called for recognizing the fundamental rights of the Arab-Palestinian citizens of Israel and the stateless Negev Bedouins to full equality; and for respecting, protecting, and promoting the rights of Palestinian refugees to return to their homes and properties as stipulated in UN Resolution 194.

In a related context, spokeswoman for US State Department Jen Psaki criticized Israel’s decision to move forward its plan for 2,600 new housing units in occupied Jerusalem, saying that the step would send a “troubling message” if the Israeli government proceeded with tenders and construction.
Prime Minister Netanyahu hit back at criticism lodged at Israel by the US, saying the Obama administration should learn the facts on the ground before condemning the units.
In response, Washington rebuffed a contention by Netanyahu that it was ill-informed of East Jerusalem building plans when it leveled its sharp criticism against Israel, saying Thursday it is well aware of the situation on the ground as sources in Jerusalem had provided the government with clear information regarding the approved construction plans.
However, Psaki stressed that “Israel remains a friend and ally” a contrast to Wednesday’s warning that Israel’s building will “distance their closest allies.”

Ezz : The People of Gaza

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Absolutus, a storyteller

http://absolutusstoryteller.wordpress.com/

 Stories of Palestinian life and aspirations. Storie di vite e aspirazioni Palestinesi.

About

Resisting by existing, by not fogetting, by keeping our memories alive, by telling our stories, by re-living the memories, by writing, by ‘liberating ourselves with metaphors’, as Mahmoud Darwish would say.
Resisting by remembering yesterday, by living today, by hoping for and achieving a better tomorrow.
The love for a land, for an olive tree, for the windy mornings and evenings of a homeland that lives in the hearts of a people who will not surrender.
We’ll listen together to the untold stories of Palestinian life.

Resistere come esistere, come non dimenticare, come tener vivi i ricordi, come raccontare le nostre storie, come rivivere le memorie, come scrivere, come ‘liberarsi attraverso le metafore’, come direbbe Mahmoud Darwish.
Resistere ricordando ieri, vivendo oggi, e sperando e realizzando un migliore domani.
L’amore per una terra, per un ulivo, per le mattine e le serate ventose di una terra che vive nei cuori di un popolo che non si arrenderà.
Ascolteremo assieme le storie non raccontate della vita Palestinese.
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فرقة صمود للدبكة والتراث الشعبي الفلسطيني

http://youtu.be/zdYc3_wlne0





http://youtu.be/Wv8MZjAetZ4

A new world - by Maisoon Bashir

A new world

The desire to detach myself from the world for a long time and to enter a new world, a private one, overcame me.

I switched off my mobile phone that had begun to show signs of its impending slow death and cut off contact with all persons through all mediums of communication. In short, any link that I have with the real world. We all need time to ourselves, free from the unrelenting distractions of this world.

I felt that I needed to get far away from everything, from every voice I did not want to hear, for I will not allow myself to be killed via means to which I have not acquiesced. I wish to die with dignity, with my head held high; does man actually exercise any control over the manner of his death ?

Call me crazy, for it is my best feature, but I hate to feel weak and powerless because it kills me and tears me apart. Sometimes I wish to die a thousand deaths just so that I can escape this feeling; I would do anything, just one thing to rid myself of this cursed poison.

No more the role of ‘loyal friend’, no more the role of ‘caring mother’ as my friends call me; everything has stopped but I have not died!. The person inside me does not die, sickness and pain cannot touch the person inside me. Inside me is a woman borne of the womb of determination.

I agonised from pain in my back and my leg and could not move easily, I had an urge to enter into a deep sleep. I felt pleasure at that moment and wanted to enjoy the taste of sleep, for which I have been thirsty for a long time. My mother came after she was urgently called to give me my medicine, hoping that it would ease my pain for some time so I could sleep. The pain, however, would not go away, for it is stronger than any drug known to modern medicine.

My private world. O’ merciful bullet that has saved my soul and given me a new lease of life, even if it was only for a few minutes or a few days !

I rested my thoughts, my aching body and wandering dreams. So I took to reading and writing, unaware that my fingers were even moving. I am a different person now. So when I came to and tried to read what I had written, I was astonished and wondered who had written this, to whom, when and how ? The answer was I do not know.!

I always thought that reading and writing were my enemies, as I had always said that I did not enjoy either of them. I would complete my academic obligations as requested by my professors, a chore that had to be done, nothing more.

Don’t ask me how because I do not know ,but everything changed; I found myself floating, flying or even swimming in an another world. Moving from one book to another, from literature to poetry to religion, from here and there, travelling around the world like Ibn Battuta. I moved through the pages of a novel like a musician along the strings of his world ! In your realms there is no concept of time, shackles have been broken and borders have been crossed; floating and flying, no matter where, the only important thing is that I fly.

I used to always try to cut all ties between these two worlds as each of them is different; the first, distorted and poisoned with its damned thoughts and ideas; the second, I cannot find the words to describe it, its most beautiful feature is its innocence.

instrument. Imagine me reading a novel in one day ?! How beautiful you are my private

How can I return to this wretched world from which I am running away, looking for another world, where I hope to find what I have been searching for a long time, where I hope to find peace, “peace” my dear friends !

For an unknown reason, I felt the urge to open a narrow passage to this world when I read that someone had written “Weeping is a remedy for women, they weep in order to forget their worries, to cope with a greater burden; while men can erupt before they break into tears. Women are strong because they weep. Men cannot withstand an equal burden to women, who weep to find the strength required to deal with the situation. As such, you must weep men and feel no shame, weep in order to cope, learn from women”.

I was startled by the trail of images surrounding me, women and children crying, but what really struck me were the weeping men and I found the following words coming from me like a burning flame:

“Here, in Gaza, there are real men,

They have wept because the pain has exceeded all limits,

Because the pain has torn the hearts,

Because the voices have become throaty”.!!

I wish I could have caught their magnificent tears with a little handkerchief to make a crown to be placed on the heads of the free !

Here, dear writer, you find what you were wishing for has come true; as here everything is different, here everything exists beyond all limitations, beyond written words.

My regards

Maisoon

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Goliath: Life and Loathing in Greater Israel by Max Blumenthal

http://books.google.de/books?id=MP5i8c0XaSoC&lpg=PT338&dq=max%20blumenthal&pg=PT20#v=onepage&q=max%20blumenthal&f=false



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