It went by so fast. The local volunteers are the most amazing team I’ve met so far: always helpful, so full of energy and ready to help in the most embarrassing situation, anytime, anywhere. It was my absolute pleasure to work with them. Moreover, they are generally fluent in English, which is a very important point for us, as foreigners.

As a foreigner, before I came here, I had a very general point of view regarding the Palestinian situation. In Hebron I understood that former victims of Nazi camps (Zionist Jews) can be aggressors. Maybe this is not a very impressive discovery, but personally it is. It was very strange to walk across closed streets under such hard control. At one moment I was trying to take a picture and suddenly there was a fully armed Israeli soldier right behind my back. Another point of revelation was the checkpoints – a few of them in the same street. We were asked on one of them to show everything we had in the backpacks and to explain why one of the volunteers’ surname sounded Arabic. They even sent a drone to fly over us. On a positive note, I simply adored the so called “glass” that is made in Hebron. I would love to go back there once again and sit peacefully in Ibrahim’s Mosque for some time, next to prophet thumbs.