MONOLOGUE : stories of a broken Abd-al-lah
Dear fellows—I mean, dear gentleman, today I will be telling you two stories, and you will probably have no idea why I shall do that, but hey, you will hopefully have some idea in the end. I suggest you sit comfortably, and, you know, listen with your heart. The first story is, well...It is about me. I am a man from Bil’in, a Palestinian village located in Ramallah. I was born to a well-off family in warm neighbourhood. I grew up in the times of peace and war. But you already know that. I was shot twice in my life, by the Israeli soldiers during the demonstration in the West Bank. None of them were serious injuries though, my arm still itches from time to time. Right here. What you don’t know is that you have actually repeatedly screened me in your footages. Yes gentleman, I know that you put the documentary, 5 Broken Cameras1, in your course outlines for your students. Well, I frequently appear in the background of that documentary. In fact, Emad, the director and the owner of those...