177.
Our fellow hotel resident then drives us to see another much larger Palestinian camp near Jarach.
He says one hundred thousand people live in this camp in one-room concrete-block shelters; ten families, he says, share a single bathroom.
The camp is a miserable sight indeed and the information, unfortunately, may be at least partly true, but because of the holiday, the refugees are dressed in their best folkloric costumes and seem quite happy.
This camp is located in the dry hills of Gilead. There is a lot of frustration and anger but no balm here!
Every evening a group of middle-aged men gather in the shabby lobby of our cheap hotel to watch TV. The shows they watch are always Egyptian or American and are always about the usual glamorous young actors and actresses chasing and shooting as they always are on the tube.
The men sit, sweat and drink beer.
Alone in my room, I sketch my friendly backpack, which is smiling at me.
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