In Shoshana’s latest installment, what she appreciates most about Ramallah on Thursday night (party night) is how committed her friends are to partying, with no hesitancy to dance, an appreciation of letting loose. Shoshana thinks it is a world away from the tension she often encounters in Jerusalem.
Shoshana, an American in Palestine, visits Jaffa and finds that it’s different from the movies, “I don’t like Jaffa. In my all-consuming Palestine obsession, I find it frustratingly Israeli. I hear so much Arabic but see no Palestinian flags. It feels generalized and deracinated.”
Shoshana Austerlitz boards a bus at the Arab station in East Jerusalem and heads to Ramallah where she is about to party hard with her new friend Murad, a Palestinian Muslim from outside Nazareth.
Shoshana Austerliz goes on a tour of Tel Aviv’s paramilitary museums honoring Israel’s pre-state militias: “I want to get in there. I want to know what it’s all about. I’m not looking to be wowed by the official narrative but I wanna put myself in the middle of it, to roll in it, to feel how my blood boils in response to it, to make myself a human test subject. Will the propaganda take?”