tel rumeida


PALESTINIAN TERRITORIES. West Bank. Hebron. November 2015. Part of the series Inside the Cauldron of Hebron by Lorenzo Tugnoli. [Part 1]

Photograph 1: Muhannad Qafesha smokes shisha outside the headquarters of Youth Against Settlements, a Palestinian activist organization located in the Tel Rumeida neighbourhood.

Photograph 2: Youth burn tires during a demonstration.

Photograph 3: Palestinian youths among tear gas canisters at a demonstration.

Photograph 4: Residents of Tel Rumeida walk home at night.

Photograph 5: Amer Quneibi plays in the courtyard of his house, where his family has lived for generations. The metal cover was installed to protect the family from stones and garbage that is regularly dumped by Jewish settlers who live nearby.

Photograph 6: The homes of Jewish Israeli settlers can be seen on the left side of the road just over the closed shops in this area of Hebron’s Old City, once a thriving market.

In a perfect world, Hebron would be a showcase of co-existence. The city in the southern section of the Palestinian West Bank is built around the burial plot of Abraham, the patriarch from which Judaism, Christianity and Islam all descend. But even on its best days, Hebron is a cauldron. And Lorenzo Tugnoli showed up during the worst time in years.

When the Italian photojournalist arrived on Nov. 1, what some are calling the “third Intifada,” or uprising, was well underway, especially in Hebron and in East Jerusalem, 18 miles to the north. Tugnoli would spend time with a Palestinian family in the historic heart of the city, a warren of stone buildings where the most combustible elements of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict come together: Ordinary Palestinians, intensely ideological Israeli Jews, who have settled in a handful of houses, and, finally, Israeli soldiers, on hand to guard the settlers.

Friction is a way of life, perhaps best appreciated by the hurricane fence atop the neighbourhoods main pedestrian route: the mesh ceiling was installed to protect Palestinians from the garbage that settlers throw toward them from their windows, along with epithets.

“I’m trying to tell the story of that part of town, the neighbourhood that’s closed for the settlements,” Tugnoli says. He’s familiar with conflict areas. Tugnoli moved to the Middle East after years in Afghanistan. 

“Basically, what’s happened is after spending lots of time in Afghanistan, I want to try to develop some kind of photographic voice that is more personal,” he says.

In Hebron, that meant embedding with the Quneibi family. “The hand of the little boy holding this metal fence, that’s the place where I was living. I had a room there and you can hear the Israeli soldiers speaking between them all night, because they have like guard posts on that roof. They are bored at night so they talk to each other.”

Tugnoli got to know some of the soldiers, but his photographs of necessity capture the reality of the Palestinians—the tear gas canisters cascading toward you; the rangy teenagers hefting the rocks they throw in turn. Those exchanges, though hardly Kabuki, have a familiar feel. The terrifying new element—in the absence of any meaningful political outlet—is scores of sudden, apparently random attacks, often with knives, by young Palestinians against Israeli civilians and soldiers.

“Basically what’s happening now is the young guys, something snaps, and they just get out there and stab somebody,” Tugnoli says. “They don’t tell their family, they don’t have party affiliation. They’re just angry. It’s a kind of a suicidal mission, with a knife.”

In a city living on a hair trigger in the best of times, the consequences are not easily controlled. The photo of the dead man, wrapped in khafiyas [Part 2], was a driver caught in the crossfire at a checkpoint where a Palestinian tried to run down an Israeli soldier. “This guy, who was a bystander really, becomes a martyr,” Tugnoli said. “He got the full martyr treatment. He’s not a militant, but he’s made into an actor of war. Because everybody is—just because you are there.”

Article by Karl Vick.


RACHEL CORRIE- murdered 13 years ago today by the Israeli occupation forces while trying to protect a Palestinian home and family in Rafah, Gaza.
Friends remember friends: Two pictures of a café in Al-Khalil/ Hebron named after Rachel, close to the checkpoint sealing off Tel Rumeida. Third: A grafito there that resonates with her attitude - and her brute murder.
Rest in power, Rachel!


Children emerge from their hiding place upstairs after the soldiers leave to find their family’s belongings smashed in the courtyard from the IDF raid. 

The IDF wasn’t trying to detain anyone, they just invaded the home to prove a point after a boy was throwing stones at a checkpoint. When ISM volunteers asked the soldiers to call the Israeli police to the scene, the soldiers refused because they knew fully well that their actions were illegal.