Reportage 2012

Every place, every face has multiple truths, as many as the eyes of the beholders and the times it can be seen. So every impression one takes home from a journey is his or hers only. When it comes to Israel, the word that comes to my mind is conflict. A cliché maybe? Conflict for me, in the sense of a constant struggle between opposites and, as a result of this struggle, only an even stronger confirmation of the fact that there is no real winner.

A silent frustration. A clash between the constant, suspended warfare condition, represented mainly by barbed wire, tanks and teenagers with rifles, and a widespread, somehow forced detachment to that aggressive reality. A sort of vigilant immobility, a bored uncertainty, ready to burst into the next induced political crisis. Almost a duty one has to patiently accept.