Reverse culture shock


I just experienced how it feels when no clean water comes out of the tap for a day. And I know how it feels to shower with water I boiled and stored in bottles because tap water was so contaminated that I got rashes, for months. And here, we flush the toilet with water clean enough to drink.

Precious Water


Precious water in the desert. (Jordan Valley, Palestine 08/04/2014)


I witnessed people's houses being destroyed in the middle of the night because the occupier retained they were not allowed to live there. And here, people complain if the train is three minutes late.


I used to live in a country where electricity would randomly come maybe a few hours a day if you were lucky. I used to live in a country where the one who actually had electricity in the neighbourhood would put multiple plugs into the street so everybody could come and charge their mobile phone for a small amount of money. And here, they are scared of shutting down ancient nuclear power plants, as there might not be enough power to provide for our luxurious life style.


Shop


I used to live in a country where shops looked like this. (Room, Guinea 01/01/2015)


I just came back from a country where the government shut down mobile data, and even landline Internet is not fully accessible. I just learnt how to avoid censorship using VPN-apps. And here, people are allowed to request refugees to be thrown back into the sea, as long as they „just“ express their opinion and do not use that claim for propaganda.


I just spent time with people who work abroad because life back home has become unbearable under the bombs thrown down by their government. And here, 5'000 neo-Nazis can gather without problems because the police is too scared to even secure proof that they are proclaiming murder and genocide. The same police which manages to mobilise 900 men to contain a demonstration of 400 left-wing autonomous activists within hours.


Some children's playground


Some children's playground. (At-Twayel, Palestine 29/04/2014)


I just came back from a country where five times a day, people would ask me for food. I just came back from a country where buying her a kilo of banana is enough for a little girl to jump for joy. And here, I am supposed – in the frame of my job – to support the claim of people who earn about four times the minimum wage and complain that they do not earn enough.


And I wonder what the fuck am I doing here, wasting my time on nonsense. And I wonder what the fuck are we complaining about.


Fuck off


And I wonder how the fuck are we justifying that arrogance to believe we are entitled to what we have. (Alexandria, Egypt 16/02/2016)


I will never get used to coming home into the bubble. It's getting more depressing every single time.

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