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Yesterday I walked down to the Dumascas(?) gate and met with a protest of mothers of the Hunger strikers. All the Old City had seemed relatively unoccupied before, I had felt little tension and not talked with many Palestinians. When I saw the protest I started to cry. I went back with them to the Red Cross, where they stay in the day, and talked with some Fathers and three men who hadn't eated for six days out of sypathy for their jailed brothers and friends. In the period of a few hours I realized the change of course that I need to actualize for the rest of my stay here.
And I met someone...
My most powerful and contemplative day experienced in Palestine