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Deir Yassin Day 2006

Yesterday during my shift I took a little walk from Bond Street station towards Marble Arch tube station. Quite close to Marks & Spencer I saw a bunch of protestors clustered into a kind of square made of metalic handrails.

There were about thirty people singing and holding
flags from Israel, also there was guy outside the square delivering some leaflets to general public. As I saw the guy I tried to approach but there was another lad standing proudly holding an U.S.A flag!, that fact halted me.

I decided to keep on
walking and ignored the leaflet. Few meters ahead I saw another group similar to the one I metioned above, exactly the same situation -but this time whithout the annoying U.S.A's flag-. I have to mention that this small group was right in front of Marks & Spencer and they were demostrating against that company.

And old man came to me and gave a leaflet. I took
them and read'em when I was back in the tube. The The papers egg on people to join the Intifada and announces -beforehand- the triumph of it.

Something that has got my attention is this excerpt from one of the leaflets.

"Deir Yassin Day 2006"
On Friday April 9 1948, the peaceful Palestinian village of Deir Yassin was attacked by Jewish terrorist. By the end of that day over one hundred Palestinian men, women and children lay dead...One year later, its cemery bulldozed and its inhabitants fled, the village was renamed and repopulated with Jewish immigrants.
Like Palestine itself, Deir Yassin was no more."


I read some other interesting facts here.

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