It is said that the city of Ramallah is a bit 'Switzerland of Palestine, in the sense that we live pretty well and freely. Located in the heart of Ramallah headquarters of Yasser Arafat, the leader of the Palestinian National Authority. Today, his base is his prison, Israel did not give authorization for the removal. Not much remains of the old building after it was surrounded by Israeli tanks, which certainly did not spare his fire. Old walls, with disheveled today brindelli iron armor that are tied up for themselves.
The center of Ramallah is hectic, although it should be in bed very early in the evening. People pour into the street since the morning. The taxi drivers who sing their destination nell'andirivieni orange machines. On the way we eat every hour, acrobatic flights to fill a falafel sandwich, black coffee all over the east, old ladies sitting on the floor on a blanket sell ripe grapes, red and white, just off the children may have special deals on large cucumbers and sandwiches, has already started the sales season ...
Girls in mini and girls between the veils of nostalgia, desire of the new, Ramallah is all this, the village has become big too fast and the big city, is the tradition to his uncompromising standards and a company of its many differences, is all this and more.
Stepping Ziryab, a sort of Irish pub, you can watch the city from above, see ants running along the street, back and forth. Sipping mint tea and smoking a Argila together passionately capturing the verses of some Palestinian poet, well known and much loved in this land of incurable dreamers.
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