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Girl In French Quarter, New Orleans, February – March 1935

Walker Evans

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melancholia88

independentcoffeeco

#coffee #coffeeroasting #twinpeaks

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Gezien op de DDW 2014: ES3 van Wouter Strietman. Een handmatige en ruimtebesparende espressozetter die je aan de muur kan hangen. Nu nog een keer proeven…

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Peter Zéglis

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Гибель неизвестного солдата

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No, this is not the aftermath of an earthquake, but an Israeli raid on a Palestinian house in Askar Refugee Camp near Nablus. The Israeli army carries out such raids every single day (many of them in the dead of night) to humiliate and shake up the population; to remind Palestinians that they are not allowed to live normal lives.

A testimony from an ex-Israeli soldier:

"During patrols inside the casbah we’d do many "mappings". Mappings mean going into a house we have no intelligence on. We go in to see what’s inside, who lives there. We didn’t search for weapons or things like that. The mappings were designed to make the Palestinians feel that we are there all the time.

We go in, walk around, look around. The commander takes a piece of paper and … makes a drawing of the house, what it looks like inside, and I had a camera. I was told to bring it. They said: “You take all the people, stand them against the wall and take their picture.” Then [the pictures are] transferred to, I don’t know, the General Security Service, the battalion or brigade intelligence unit, so they have information on what the people look like. What the residents look like. I’m a young soldier, I do as they say. I take their pictures, a horrible experience in itself, because taking people’s pictures at 3am, I … it humiliated them, I just can’t describe it.

And the interesting thing? I had the pictures for around a month. No one came to get them. No commander asked about them, no intelligence officer took them. I realised it was all for nothing. It was just to be there. It was like a game.”