First of all, it certainly has been an experience. We all need to experience – I mean while fully immersed – what it is like to live under the same conditions as our Palestinian friends. The local volunteers have been amazing and brilliant.

During my stay here I lost my cellphone in a taxi. The local volunteers were amazing. They found the taxi driver – a very honest man. And he taught me a lesson: to be more optimistic- “Life is always good!”.

The Hebron visit was the most shocking and I got some sense of what occupation looks like and what it really means – an unconditional subjugation under an occupying army.

The wall in Bethlehem shocked me as well: in the former interstate border between East and West Germany the fence was 5 meters high. Here, it is 8 meters high. Still in Bethlehem, in the museum of the wall, I listened into the standard message of the military “intelligence” prior to bombing Palestinian houses. I could grasp a sense of why people may suffer from PTSD in Palestine.