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Title: My Imaginary Diary


1
My Imaginary Diary
  • by Niv Hachlili

2
My Imaginary Travels to Wallland 1.
  • Nine meters down, don't look, you might fall.
  • Don't you look down Niv,
  • It's mighty high.
  • Don't say a word, Finish your food.
  • If you don't, the army will come and Take you
    away.
  • It's freedom behind those walls.
  • Freedom calls us,
  • As wind does.

3
  • The sun rises,
  • And clichés have No real meaning.
  • We can laugh there on what has been done.
  • The skyline awaits us on the right side.
  • On what side did you wake up this morning?
  • Latitude is gone now,
  • But poverty is our line.
  • Nine meters high.
  • Don't you fall, you hear? 
  • You might just land.

4
Imaginary wall 1.
5
Imaginary wall 2.
6
Imaginary man and wall
7
Imaginary travels to Blood-land
  • We went out in the morning,
  • Not knowing what the night has brought.
  • We did not listen to the news.
  • Drove peacefully to another photoday on the bank.
  • But peace was far away from us.
  • Something is wrong, I thought out loud.
  • The eastern streets were deserted,
  • No one on his way to work.

8
  • David made a phone call that cleared things up.
  • "We must turn back" he said,
  • "Sheikh Ahmed Yassin was assassinated".
  • I turned the car around and took some
  • Empty Street photos, while driving.
  • David said, "You should get a radio".
  • We drove quietly, tension was in the air.
  • Suddenly, people appeared on the hills.
  • Hundreds of people, walking, calling.

9
  • "Don't stop to photograph" he said, "Please".
  • I didn't even think of stopping.
  • Stones and rocks, rocks and stones,
  • Ancient weapons still in use.
  • I pressed the gas paddle to its end,
  • Flying us towards the tear gas clouds.
  • "shit" I said,
  • "shit" David said in his mother tongue.
  • "Faster!" he cried and whipped my car
  • As it was a horse race.

10
  • The checkpoint was close.
  • On it's other side Imaginary quiet-land.
  • The army jeeps came down,
  • Roaring governing, Ruling.
  • Imaginary Blood-land takes its toll.
  • The cries were everywhere,
  • Tear gas, Plastic covered bullets,
  • Grenades, sticks, Rocks, bottles.
  • We kept going, heads down,
  • No tricks, no magic.

11
  • Let us be safe on the other side.
  • Let us be safe on the other side.
  • We are on the safe side.
  • Take a breath, "Were you afraid?"
  • "I still am" I say.
  • Behind us the clash is on.
  • Now you can keep your head down
  • And steal some stills,
  • Dirty, bloody, painful photos.
  • People pay good money for Middle Eastern pain.

12
  • That night my mother said
  • "Enough is enough, promise me,
  • No more West Bank this week!
  • You must think of us too"
  • I promised her.
  • After all
  • It makes you sick.

13
Nivs
imagination
14
Imaginary empty street
15
Imaginary soldier
16
Imaginary stones
17
Imaginary Private Thoughts
  • It is sad that things happen,
  • It is sad when they don't.
  • They just leave us here,
  • Waiting.
  • The smell of fear around us.
  • And I can feel myself pity the ones,
  • Who are and will be hurt.

18
  • Like I'm not a part of it,
  • This existing reality.
  • I only have my own,
  • Imaginary world left,
  • Now, knowing now.
  • Watching with compassion,
  • As the wrestle goes on.
  • Who will be on his knees next?
  • Who will cry tonight?
  • Who will curse the world with pain?

19
  • They have decided,
  • Devouring us all.
  • Giving us death,
  • Wrapped as a necessity.
  • Instead of admitting,
  • They diminish life.
  • They despise life.
  • They thrive on our blood.
  • As if they have shares.
  • In death's stock market.

20
Imaginary exploded bus at the wall
21
Imaginary Music part2
  • The imaginary traveler goes to photograph
  • A special musical show in Al-Hakawati theatre
  • In east Jerusalem.
  • Night before the Israeli- Palestinian land day,
  • The place is full, packed with young people.
  • The show is Beautiful,
  • The band plays amazing.

22
  • Even though it's not he's language,
  • The imaginary traveler is touched.
  • At the end of the show the crowd goes wild,
  • Sings together,
  • Words he can't understand float in the air.
  • On stage, Ten Palestinian players and one Jew,
  • Their music takes the traveler Far away,
  • Makes him drift to dream world,
  • Forget where he is at.
  • When the show is over, he walks the

23
  • Talking to he's companions.
  • A police car appears from the dark,
  • Stops right next to them,
  • "What are you doing here ?
  • The imaginary traveler is being asked.
  • "Walking" he answers peacefully.
  • "What are you doing here?
  • Repeats the border police soldier,
  • "Walking" insists the traveler.
  • "This is not legitimate." Cries the soldier,

24
  • He's imaginary tour book doesn't say such a
    thing.
  • "Not legitimate?" he asks angrily,
  • "Not legitimate to travel peacefully,
  • Minding my own business, in the street?
  • "Not in these streets" answers the young soldier.
  • "Really? And what streets are those?
  • Wonders while raising he's voice,
  • The long time, tired, traveler.
  • "He didn't mean it like that" hurries
  • The older cop in the car, to explain,

25
  • "Oh, if that's what you mean, then good night
  • Say's the traveler and walks away.
  • "We don't need to worry about you ?",
  • Calls, asks the older cop.
  • "No, no need to worry at all" .

26
Imaginary singer
27
Imagining singer
28
Imagining the kanoon
29
The crowd goes wild
30
Imaginary Travels to South Hebron Hills1
  • I have so much I want to say about my Imaginary
    Travels to
  • The south Hebron hills, but I Just can't find my
    words
  • To describe this terrible beautiful anguished
    place.
  • I can only pick up fractures of reality I've been
    a part of.
  • It's a beginning of a long journey.
  • Yusuf can't speak my language and I can't speak
    his,
  • But he insists explaining everything to me

31
  • As we run from one hill to another,
  • From a dark cave to a darker one,
  • Wakes up the sleeping ones, gathers families,
  • Insisting I'll see them all,
  • And I understand there are big issues at stake.
  • The kids see me and burst into tears,
  • "Settlers !" they call and can't calm down,
  • "I'm a friend" I explain in their language
  • But they are stroked with fear,
  • Running to hide behind their mothers.

32
  • Billal says to me, "Maybe I can't read and write,
    but
  • I know how to plant and to plough, to grow, to
    harvest,
  • To build my house, and feed my kids.
  • How to slaughter a sheep, how to make good
  • Bread. How to live my land without hurting or
    killing it.
  • So what does it help if People on the
    settlement,
  • Above us, learned all those fancy things I
    didn't?
  • All they want is to drive us away from here by
    violence.
  • I don't need to be educated to know this is
    wrong.

33
  • 15 minutes of walk,
  • Down the hill,
  • Stands the imaginary deserted Army base.
  • Two weeks ago the villagers woke up,
  • To discover it vanished into air,
  • Like it has never ever been there.
  • I walk down to see what is left,
  • Meeting old acquaintances of mine,
  • Brown training targets forgotten behind,

34
  • Scary souvenirs in this primeval land
  • Of strong winds and hazy brand.

35
Imaginary old friend
36
Jimba kids
37
Jimba kids
38
Jimba kids
39
Susia
40
Yusuf
41
Imaginary Sailing in South Hebron
  • We sit at the headmaster's room
  • In the elementary school of tuwana,
  • South Hebron,
  • Every sentence contains words like
  • Wall, settlers, Fence, Borders, Gates, violence,
  • It's crawling sneaking down to the
  • Wild wild south,
  • Cutting, chopping, disintegrating.
  • I leave the grownups talk

42
  • And run out to play with the kids.
  • To feel the holiday sun on my face,
  • To drive away those worries
  • Those fears.
  • Now we are all brave pirates
  • On a red flagged ship,
  • We fight the imaginary waves,
  • Scream with joy,
  • Getting wet by the fantastic water,
  • It's a warm day.

43
Imaginary sailing
44
Imaginary sailing
45
Imaginary sailing
46
Sailing
47
Sailing
48
Sailing
49
Sailing
50
Sailing
51
Imaginary Families of the World
  • While I was looking at the pictures I took
  • Of the family who hosted us in
  • The village of twuana
  • A close, familiar, warm feeling
  • Sneaked into the heart.
  • I knew I've seen those photos before,
  • They have been hiding somewhere
  • In the back of my mind.
  • It was my father's pictures of us,

52
  • The kids,
  • Many years ago.
  • We stood, sat, stared,
  • Looked at the camera,
  • Just the same,
  • In this beautiful naïve way kids look
  • At life.
  • Those pictures are family pictures.
  • All families, all over.
  • That's what the kid from my

53
Family photos
54
Family photos
55
Family photos
56
Family photos
57
Family photos
58
Family photos
59
Imaginary Travels into the Wind
  • It's too early in the morning
  • Philip leads the way with his foreign car
  • I drive slowly behind him,
  • We pass by the soldiers,
  • Ashraf keeps filming,
  • They look at us,
  • "Don't stop" I say to him,
  • "Don't you stop either" he answers back.
  • The soldier's signal - keep going.

60
  • Philip maneuvers on the dirt roads
  • I make an effort not to stay too far behind
  • And my old car complains,
  • She has a hard time carrying us to all
  • Those neglected places.
  • On top of the hill the view
  • Is breath taking,
  • The wind breaks our words
  • And I feel I can stay here for ever,
  • Under us, the security fence is cutting

61
  • 2000 years old.
  • And now we are rooting out people.
  • On the way back we stop in the village
  • And I have a chance to photograph
  • The kids playing,
  • One of the neighbors comes out and says to me
  • "Look at the kids, how much love in them,
  • You have taken almost everything from us,
  • So all we have left to give to our kids is love,

62
  • Every time a kid is being killed
  • A part of all love dies with him
  • On your side and on ours,
  • We loose love bit by bit."

63
Kidslove
64
Kidslove
65
Snakefence
66
Imaginary Travels into the Fields
  • We blow the balloons together,
  • The girls like the yellow ones,
  • The boys like the blue,
  • The internationals brought them,
  • I brought small plastic animals,
  • But none of the kids is interested,
  • In my present,
  • Everybody wants balloons,
  • And they all get one,

67
  • Later we can watch them fly into
  • The cloudy skies,
  • And accompany them with our calls of joy.
  • No poems about the settlers
  • That burnet down
  • Last night
  • All of the wheat
  • That was harvested
  • In the fields

68
Jimba kids
69
Jimba kids
70
Jimba kids
71
Jimba kids
72
Imaginary Free Falling
  • I see the kid fall and start running
  • Somebody calls from behind
  • "Stay back ! they are shooting, stay back !
  • I almost reach the kid
  • When I feel a sudden pain in my shoulder
  • That throws me to the ground
  • My camera hits the rocks
  • My glasses fly away
  • My hands move blindly

73
  • Searching for an eyesight
  • White smoke covers me from above
  • I curse and bundle up
  • The pain gets stronger
  • One of them aimed for me
  • One of us, me, mine, did it
  • My fingers touch the rubber covered bullet
  • Laying next to me
  • I crawl behind a rock and wait
  • For it all to be over.

74
  • The nights has changed for him
  • He does not find comfort in the sleep
  • When he closes his eyes all he sees
  • Are seas of struggles
  • Hundreds of people walk through his imagination
  • And others are trying to stop them
  • By beating and kicking
  • Streams of sweat curve their way to his pillow
  • Trying to penetrate the concrete walls of his
    dreams
  • New rules and laws are established

75
  • Keeping the light on
  • Closing all the windows
  • Locking all the doors
  • Checking that's nothing has changed
  • Every two or three hours
  • The imaginary traveler is tired
  • And frightened
  • And desperate
  • They have done a good job on him.

76
Imaginary grabbing
77
Imaginary waiting
78
Imagination too close
79
Imaginary travels into violence
  • What words can describe the violence
  • That has taken over our life here ?
  • I meet Yaron and Tali, and Tali says
  • "It's so strange that people like us,
  • Who are against any kind of violence,
  • Experience the highest levels of it almost
    daily.
  •  
  • Jonathan says "Slow down,
  • Those guys are crazy, they will

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  • Shoot us without thinking.
  • I stop the car and look at the
  • Security guards that are aiming their
  • Weapons at us, I open the window and
  • Wave my hand, screaming "Journalists",
  • I drive very slowly on the dirt road,
  • The bulldozers are creating huge dust clouds.
  •  
  • An imaginary manual for the
  • Imaginary street protestor

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  • For the same reason, stay away from
  • Open fields (they will catch you or shoot
  • You in no time)
  • Try to keep a safe distance from the
  • Foreign press people, they want to be where
  • The action is, and they are easy to spot with
  • Their helmets and bullet proof vests.
  • The soldiers won't aim at them, but they will
  • Shoot anybody that is around and
  • Not wearing a big helmet that says

82
  • The second one is the roof kids,
  • They will signal you where the soldiers are.
  • If somebody pushes you, fall.
  • He probably has a good reason for doing that,
  • Like, trying to save your life.
  • And when you are on the ground, protect your
    head
  • The horses might be coming.
  • if there is no laundry outside, know, this is
  • A tear gas disaster area.
  • When you hear the whistles dont hesitate,

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  • The bullet passes five centimeters from
  • Jonathan's face and I'm pulling him back.
  • "He was aiming for me" he shouts in disbelief
  • And I bent behind the garden wall and take
  • A deep breath, "Let's move" I say,
  • "The soldiers will be coming down and we will
  • Be caught in the middle.
  • "I was so close to getting my head blown off
  • Jonathan replies in surprise.

84
  • The roofs, the kids direct us to
  • The action,
  • Boarder police soldiers closed on two kids,
  • I get close and the commander
  • Screams "don't beat them, the media is here.
  •  
  • The guy is lying on the ground,
  • I think he's dead, but Terry says that
  • He moved.
  • The medics carry him on their hands.

85
  • I photograph and get a stick in my face.
  •  
  • Imaginary Travels into Violence
  • And on the weekend, south Hebron hills, the
    harvest is on.
  • Violence for breakfast and for launch,
  • Fear grows in the fields,
  • Kills all crops, all hopes.
  •  
  • A small riddle for the imaginary audience
  • Will an attacking settler be arrested on a
    Friday?

86
Caught
87
Caught
88
Chasing
89
Chasing
90
Here we go again
91
Here we go again
92
Press
93
Shooting
94
Here we go again
95
They shot my brother
96
You shot my brother
97
Imaginary Travels into Silence
  • Musa is calling from the top of the hill,
  • "Niv ! they are coming at you, run away!
  • I start running, the ground is slippery and
  • I twist my leg and fall.
  • Musa is hurrying my way,
  • "Get up, please
  • He screams with fear,
  • It's just the two of us,
  • And musa is not even ten,

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  • But he's ten times smarter then me,
  • I pick myself up and check my mobile,
  • There is no reception.
  • They look big,
  • Guns are hanging from their shoulders,
  • They don't seem to be in a hurry,
  • Knowing they control the hills.
  • I tell musa to run to his family tent,
  • But he insists on staying with me,

99
  • I hide the camera in my back pack,
  • No need for another one to be smashed.
  • I don't know where the others are,
  • We are too far away from the tents,
  • Now I have to stand and look them
  • In the eyes,
  • Not to show them I'm terrified.
  • Musa smiles at me,
  • His smile means "What can they do?

100
Harvesting
101
Harvesting
102
Harvesting
103
Harvesting
104
The kids
105
The kids
106
The kids
107
The kids
108
The kids
109
An Imaginary Meeting with Past Life me
  • "I used to be you
  • I say to the young soldier that stands
  • In front of my face.
  • They don't allow the car to move,
  • We get out and start walking,
  • "I'm talking to you !
  • Spits the soldier,
  • "I've fucking told you this is
  • A closed army area !"

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  • "Do you have a warrant to show us ?
  • "I don't need to show you anything,
  • I just told you.
  • We keep on walking.
  • One of the soldiers jumps and tries to
  • Physically stop us,
  • Hands fly in the air and feasts are
  • Being raised,
  • "No fighting" I say
  • While he pushes,

111
  • He's face almost touch mine
  • "I used to be you
  • I tell him again and nod my head,
  • He takes a step back and lets us through.

112
Fighting
113
Fighting
114
Jeep
115
Soldiers
116
Imaginary Albums
  • Tomorrow night I will exhibit two albums
  • In "Haara" art event that takes place
  • At Nahlaot neighborhood, Jerusalem.
  • One album is a journey into the past
  • Through the present, the second is
  • My journeys with the future generation,
  • Both Albums are linked by childhood
  • Hopes and shattered dreams.

117
  • While I write, the counter is on.
  • 11 soldiers and 15 Palestinians
  • Have died in Gaza in the last 24 hours,
  • A new start ?
  • A never ending story.
  • Two years ago, on a Friday afternoon
  • A suicide bomber exploded in the Jerusalem
  • Market, Danya and I were there.
  • After we got home, I became very sick

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  • After I finally fell asleep,
  • I had a dream,
  • I was in my Elementary school,
  • I was running the empty corridors,
  • Trying to get out,
  • Wanting to hide under the old white
  • Strawberry tree in the yard,
  • Sounds of explosions were everywhere
  • And when I finally found my way to the tree,
  • And climbed on him,

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  • This dream keeps on repeating,
  • Coming back to visit me,
  • It changes itself from time to time,
  • But the running through the maze
  • Of the school corridors and the upcoming
  • Disappointment is always there.
  • This Passover holiday I decided to go
  • On a double journey,
  • And thats how the albums were created.

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  • To collect them into a one messy chaotic big
  • Shared experience.
  • The second journey was into my childhood
  • Memories that became nightmares.
  • My elementary school was in an old
  • Building that was build in 1899,
  • Today it stands deserted like a big
  • White whale in the middle of the city,
  • Behind the bubbling market,

121
  • More then 15 years, except in my dreams,
  • So I decided it's time to go.
  • Someone told me the strawberry tree was
  • Chopped down,
  • Another said the school inhabits
  • Drug addicts and it's a dangerous place.
  • Third thought it's a waste of time
  • "Chasing the past" and suggested
  • I would "Get a life".

122
  • Blooming and healthy, breaking the
  • Asphalt around him, surviving.
  • I found a way into the building
  • And the second I got in I met
  • Vadim.
  • Later I got to meet Gregory,
  • And Dimitri, and bosh
  • And others with no names.
  • All alcoholics, some drug addicts,

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  • As long as I don't take photos
  • Of them.
  • I spent three days strolling the building,
  • Took more then 500 photos,
  • Inside and out,
  • All of that time the strange feeling
  • Of taking part in my own weird dream
  • Didn't leave me.
  • Rooms filled with excrement,

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  • Frozen nights,
  • Terrified sad people.
  • Sometimes Vadim walks with me
  • Like a shadow,
  • "And what was that class for ?
  • He asks again
  • "This was carpenters class.
  • "Really ? No way !
  • He laughs and looks at the

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  • Burns himself to death.
  • Vadim and I sit on the strawberry tree
  • Before I leave,
  • It has fruit although it's not the season yet.
  • There are no worms.
  • I ask Vadim,
  • "Will I find you here if I'll come to visit?
  • And he answers,
  • "You might, but I can't promise I'll

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Vadim cant remember
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Class
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Corridor
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Drying
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Outside
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School
132
School yard
133
Shoes
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