Glimpses

On the bus on my way to work in Jerusalem:

A man puts bunches of mulkhiyeh (called ‘celulot’ in the Philippines, ‘jew’s mellow’ in the US) while his young son and I exchange curious glances.

Layers and layers of indecipherable graffiti covers a wall.

Kids push a small red car while one stands on the bumper for a ride.

A young man is asleep on a recliner set outside of a store that may or may not sell furniture. But I think it does.

At Qalandia – just as a truck passes a couple of soldiers at the checkpoint, one of the soldiers lifts the rifle and holds it in both hands. I took this as a deliberate act to show the young boy in the passenger seat of the truck that he has power.