greets before we see him, hear we him the tap. It's a beautiful cock ridge with magnificent plumage 
and high. He drives his hens from strangers, which he sees in his district away.
The host
and high. He drives his hens from strangers, which he sees in his district away. The farmer
Najeh, we want to visit because of his pictures, is not at home. He worked in his olive grove, he harvests almonds. And he is alone. I'm on my way and after 15 minutes I found him on the hillside east of the village. We welcome and I help him when 
collection of almond fruits. He does not want me to work. Sit down, my dear, he says, sit there in the shade. But I want to help him yet. Najeh is alone. His wife is from the neighboring village of Beit Furik. There she is now with the kids and spend the holiday with her family. Najeh supplied his old father and the house here in Yanoun. And he reaps the almonds. He has many trees and he has to work longer than the neighbors because he is alone. We create three trees this morning. And because the almond fruit is ripe, the nuts fall from the flesh and we have almost all the nuts, no fruits in the large bag. Najeh shouldering the full bag and carries him down the hill and over to his house. The tool, a long pole to hitting and shaking the branches, the saw and the bucket he refuses to be one of the trees for the next day lie.
collection of almond fruits. He does not want me to work. Sit down, my dear, he says, sit there in the shade. But I want to help him yet. Najeh is alone. His wife is from the neighboring village of Beit Furik. There she is now with the kids and spend the holiday with her family. Najeh supplied his old father and the house here in Yanoun. And he reaps the almonds. He has many trees and he has to work longer than the neighbors because he is alone. We create three trees this morning. And because the almond fruit is ripe, the nuts fall from the flesh and we have almost all the nuts, no fruits in the large bag. Najeh shouldering the full bag and carries him down the hill and over to his house. The tool, a long pole to hitting and shaking the branches, the saw and the bucket he refuses to be one of the trees for the next day lie. life among the settlers
home, he offers me tea. Then he apologizes. It is lunch time and he must say his prayers. Then he has his father, Abu Najah, supply. The calls impatiently. The father is old to 90 years blind and wears a catheter. Over the violent years ago, when the settlers landed on the top of the mountain tops, robbed the country and attacked the villagers regularly, is Najeh Abu been beaten and has lost his eyesight. Now he is confused. Najeh is very gentle and patient with him. Usually it's quiet now in this house, because the young family spent the holidays but over there in Beit Furik. And now when Najeh his father explained that the "foreigners" were to visit. Audrey, my English colleague, has now been added. They, too, is interested in the pictures. 
Najeh is in fact a painter, but I will get even.
Najeh married late. He has worked as a young man in Oman for a shipping company. He came home when his parents needed him. He got married. His wife, Huda - now Umm Ahmed, because Ahmed is the first born son - from the neighboring village. Najeh had only the hill on which are the olive and almond trees his family are going up, then the rocky slope, graze the sheep, and down the other side of the hill again. There is Beit Furik, a small town. It was a walk of 25 minutes, I was a bit younger, he laughs. But this path can not walk it. Above is now one of the settler outposts, with stables for the chickens. The Jewish settlers up there operates a large organic chicken farm, supplying half of Israel with eggs. And in any case the occupied land is not available to the farmers who own the land yet. Now is the road to Beit Furik expensive and takes about an hour by car. But Najeh is not allowed through the checkpoint, the Israeli army has sealed off the village and then two smaller villages and blocked. Only the residents may go in and out. They are also, like the farmers around here in Yanoun, settlements, must avoid the streets and give up their ancestral land and spring water. This is our life, including his portrayal Najeh. And so spends his family the holidays across the hill at the big family of his wife.
Najeh is in fact a painter, but I will get even. Najeh married late. He has worked as a young man in Oman for a shipping company. He came home when his parents needed him. He got married. His wife, Huda - now Umm Ahmed, because Ahmed is the first born son - from the neighboring village. Najeh had only the hill on which are the olive and almond trees his family are going up, then the rocky slope, graze the sheep, and down the other side of the hill again. There is Beit Furik, a small town. It was a walk of 25 minutes, I was a bit younger, he laughs. But this path can not walk it. Above is now one of the settler outposts, with stables for the chickens. The Jewish settlers up there operates a large organic chicken farm, supplying half of Israel with eggs. And in any case the occupied land is not available to the farmers who own the land yet. Now is the road to Beit Furik expensive and takes about an hour by car. But Najeh is not allowed through the checkpoint, the Israeli army has sealed off the village and then two smaller villages and blocked. Only the residents may go in and out. They are also, like the farmers around here in Yanoun, settlements, must avoid the streets and give up their ancestral land and spring water. This is our life, including his portrayal Najeh. And so spends his family the holidays across the hill at the big family of his wife.
The host He could as easily run on top of the hill and wave or call out from there. But this attempt would be an adventure that could be painful or deadly start for him. Najeh has the time to have the shot, the settlers on farmers who were harvesting their olives and almonds, and came down to the village and have bathed in the well do not forget.
We sit and drink tea with Najeh. Drinking tea, my dear, take a lot of sugar, he says to me
because I had him but helped with the harvest. But We are interested in his pictures. Najeh is a painter. If he wants to recover from his work or the pressure that is above the village, he paints. They are very colorful pictures, perhaps naive, but very expressive. I like the pictures he has painted of the pomegranate.
We sit and drink tea with Najeh. Drinking tea, my dear, take a lot of sugar, he says to me
because I had him but helped with the harvest. But We are interested in his pictures. Najeh is a painter. If he wants to recover from his work or the pressure that is above the village, he paints. They are very colorful pictures, perhaps naive, but very expressive. I like the pictures he has painted of the pomegranate. The painter
In the garden he has some pomegranate trees. Among the smallest is a yellow-blue vehicle, which the children have left behind. Another tree is like a contest between red and green. In addition, yellow fruits explode on the pale green cactus bush. Najeh loves his garden. On one of the pictures he has the apples with the Grant Palestinian flag combined. And the dynamic red triangle of the flag he presented as the heart. The red drops on the hand can be interpreted as a fruit juice or heart blood. Is it not a painful picture? Yes, he says, the pain is always there. It does not explain everything, and I would have from an artist not expect otherwise. He is a quiet, thoughtful man, he does not say everything he thinks. And he knows more than he can remember. Perhaps the reason paints. We now adopt some pictures of him and for us today.
laughter
Outside, the beautiful cock is once again in the limelight. Najeh, back to his farm, tells us the excited behavior of the cock, which markets a careless hen in front of us. He is a good cock, he laughs, he can protect his women, but his court he did not defend. We laugh. And in that laughter is again more than we can imagine. On the other hand, laughter is still a beautiful gesture of farewell. 
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