Friday, April 22, 2011

2 Diary from Palestine - Ramallah

Empty streets, all televisions tuned to the game, silence, then the excited voice of the announcer booms and bursts through the streets. It's not Fabio Caressa, who whispers in comparison to the microphone. Yet the atmosphere is that of playing Italy in the World Cup. If not at home, people in bars to cheer and suffer together.

Among the names of Mourinho and Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo and Guardiola, the words are in Arabic. We are in Ramallah, the capital of Palestine, which was to Arafat. The game is the final of the Copa del Rey, the Spanish international trophy, but, in fact, we're in the Occupied Palestinian Territories and late evening.

It will be night after the game, more than in Spain as a matter of time. But no spring on the TV. Only someone running down the street still selling flags of the Real and Barcelona. Two children in front of a giant screen are wrapped in a blugrana, the other in white. The little fan of Barça cheers, with a roar that echoes all the streets of Ramallah.

E 'illusion, but the goal is fuorigiuoco. The fair will be the roar of the fans of Real Madrid Palestinians. One to zero, in Mourinho's Cup and we remain truly human in Ramallah. In the photo, Palestinian boy watching the game on the road to Ramallah. Click to enlarge

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