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The story that I’m trying to film, it’s a non-linear story about my experience as a kid in the Second Intifada. It’s just flashes of my family, of what happened. I tried to stay on the surface with my memories – not digging deep to the real memories. But when you ask me what happened in the Second Intifada, some of these memories, because they are stuck in my head, they’re still on the surface. But if I want to be more precise about what happened, I might need a lot of time to be in deep, to look at real things, because there are a lot of things that happened. [So] the story is just the fast memories I can get if you ask me the question. Well, I can tell you that there were clashes between Palestinians who threw stones – the freedom fighters, in a way – and the Israeli soldiers, the Zionist soldiers. It’s not that fair, someone throwing stones against someone who has a gun so they can kill easily.

Once, I was looking through the window from the living room in our home, and I saw at the end of the road that a Palestinian was running away, and in the background, there was bombing and shooting, mostly from the Israeli side. Because at that time, some Palestinians had guns, but mostly they only had stones. The concept of stones is [that] you want to fight for your rights. It’s a simple item to use, against a bullet from the occupation, which you know you could be killed by, easily. So this is one of [the memories]. And the second, once me and my two brothers, we were near to our neighbourhood, almost at the main street. [On] the main road, there was a big tank, OK? And it turned around on us, slowly. I was like six years old. – Ibrahim H.

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