Saturday, August 15, 2009

Our West Bank Excursion

   Ok. So here is the deal. After our travels I have been inspired to write. About anything. Things I know and things that are new to me. To expand my mind, to discover and rediscover. I have been thinking for awhile about writing something to submit to my favorite magazine The Walrus (a Canadian publication which is a general interest magazine dedicated to things such as politics, canadian fiction, poetry, art etc...) as well as to our student paper and on campus magazine. I think we has some unique and fantastic experiences on our trip and what better way to connect with the world than sharing through this type of media. I would love your feed back on something I am working on. This is the bare bones;  I know what I want to do with it but for starters I just sat down and wrote out what I felt and what I saw. The rest will come. 

 The day was hot. We boarded a bus outside the old city Damascus gate in Jerusalem and headed to Bethlehem. Waiting attentively, I watched as people boarded the small bus and get off once again. By the time we reached the West bank border, there was only myself, Shaun and another girl (blond, likely a tourist). The bus pulled up and we emerged into the glaring Israel sun, meters from the barricade. Looking around anxiously, I asked the blond girl if she knew where to go. Shrugging she introduced herself as Margot and we discovered we had a mutual acquaintance. Margot mentioned that she was from Switzerland and that she also aspired to journalism. 

    The three of us watched as buses rumbled past as a woman gestured us toward a door, opening to reveal a concrete passage that immediately took a sharp turn right. Shaun led the way and we walked for a few moments before reaching an open area caged by a chain link fence and sharp, twisted barbed wire. I distinctively recall a single yellow rose, in bloom, growing through the parched soil on the opposite side. Perhaps a desperate attempt to make the border crossing seem less like a cattle corral. I think that rose could be representative of the beauty and generosity that we would later experience within the confines of the wall in Bethlehem. 

   Army officials stood at attention with smug expressions as the sun formed beads of sweat on their furrowed brows. We entered another gate, again adorned with barbed wire, into the concrete slab structure that was before us. Inside the walls were glaringly white. It was a labrinth of closed doors, metal detectors and x-ray machines. Besides a few men lingering at the other side as they completed the rigorous process of exiting the compound, and the few soldiers about the place was empty. It was silent and possessed an asylum-like quality. We flashed our passports, which were not even open, to a bored looking man in the booth and continued on. Winding our way through more concrete hallways, under red flashing lights, through another chain link fence and metal enclosure we emerged into a barren parking lot. 

-Over and out, Delilah


  1. Let me just say: I have so much catching up to do. Weekend reading!!! Welcome back, D&J.

  2. D- Do you have this written down? How much have you studied/learned in regards to "image writing"?...sometimes it goes by different terms...."imagery detailing"...etc
    Anywhoo good stuff...I have some suggestions...we will chat. Bring your journal...we have oodles of time in the near future...:)

  3. Oooh, I like! How exactly would the publications work? Weekly stuff, or a once off writing? BTW, have finally decided to start up one of these damn blogs myself. Go to for the last entry :)

  4. I like the single yellow rose growing out of parched soil. It's nice symbolism and I can picture it easily. You describe a lot of sights. Give me some sounds and smells! I can almost imagine what it might sound like inside this asylum-like place. (In my head I hear a lot of banging and clanking metal. Unpretty sounds.) Touch on that. Maybe there's a simile or metaphor that would communicate this even better than straight description.

    But I like! I like! And The Walrus looks like a kickass publication. Good luck! Let me know if it gets picked up! I'd love to read it in its entirety.