I’ve lived in the Holy Land for the last seven months. This is my last week in Bethlehem before I head to India for a month, so I’ve been taking care of business. My apartment is nearly packed up: a pile of donations, a pile to leave with friends and a pile to take with me.
Just a few days ago, I went to the Jordanian Consular office in Ramallah to get a visa for my upcoming trip. After traveling two hours to get there, it was closed.
I made a new friend, a guy who also needed a visa and was equally disappointed to find the office locked.
The policeman guarding the embassy immediately sauntered over to chat with us, gun slung over his torso like a shield.
Click here to read the rest of “Stories from the Holy Land” by Cat Rabenstine for Mondoweiss.