I'm not usually one for talking edited into tracks. But this particular example caught me at the right moment. It helps that Louis Theroux is an absolute hero of peace and understanding. Respect.
Also I just rediscovered a blog post I made during my travels to Israel/Palestine I paste them below for no reason whatsoever other than the fact that I'm cool like that:
day 25, Jerusalem.
So yeah, a friend of mine commented on the inevitability of a political Israel-Palestine rant appearing on this blog now that I'm in Jerusalem. I'll just say this:
Personally I feel that all disputes can be solved through a disco dance-off (which explains why I consider John Travolta a god amongst men). Put a Rabbi and an Imam under a disco ball and what's going to happen? The Rabbi is totally going to pull out the moves - he's got the jewfro, the awesome hat and the ladies love to see a man dance the horah. So there you have it.
Yesterday, however, I crossed over the border and entered Bethlehem where I shared afternoon tea with a family how had a fairly different view on the matter. For some reason the phrase "there is no light at the end of the tunnel - there is a tunnel at the end of the tunnel" kept coming to mind.
It was a grey overcast afternoon with a cold persistant breeze. The children of the family ran around our chairs excitedly hugging and kissing each other - occasionally coming forward to shyly shake our hands. Cigarettes were passed amongst the adults; when Harriet and I declined our newly acquired doctor friend tols us we were very wise before lighting up. "In England people want to live forever. Here in Palestine we have no reason to want to grow old." And with that he plucks up his two year old nephew off the floor and places him on his lap. It threatens to rain so we make our departure through the wall that many here use as a giant urinal.
Back in Jerusalem people through the streets openly talk of the impending war - "July or August" they say as if speculating on the weather. As inevitable as this rant, I guess.