The amazing disappearing trick

I have no idea why the last couple of posts aren't appearing on the blog at the moment - maybe they will reappear as magically as they went.

But their mysterious momentary hiatus has reminded me of the amazing disappearing Palestinian trick that an Israeli demonstrated for us. It goes like this:

First, you find yourself a wide eyed and eager (and possibly fluffy tailed) tourist and wait until they ask where the Palestinians are, are they over there, for instance, in that [gesticulate in direction of choice] town?

Oh no, you say, [with air of great condescension] Those people are Israeli Arabs.

Israeli Arabs?

No! Not Israeli Arabs.

Not Israeli Arabs?

There are no Israeli Arabs. They like to be called Israeli Citizens. [with air of sincere finality]

Et voila, the disappearing Palestinians.

This doesn't happen here in the West Bank, however - which is, as everybody knows (even fluffy tourists) full of bad bad bad Palestinians, as bad as our new friend Mohammed, who is so bad he needed to be shot in the back and imprisoned to try and improve him.

Personally I cannot find anything to improve.

He sends love, Mika xx

ps many gunshots outside the hotel. think we will stay here. fairly scary. Someone just wandered in and told me to stop worrying.