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Cartooning in Conflict
Chicago Nov. 4-6

Personal Stories

Robi Damelin
I came to Israel from South Africa in 1967; I came as a volunteer after the Six Day War, thinking I'd be here for about six months. I really wanted to leave South Africa because I'd been active in the anti-apartheid movement and it was getting very pressured and ugly...

Osama Abu Ayash
To all who are interested, my name is Osama Taleb Abed El Magid Abu Ayash. I was born and live in the village Beit Omar – Hebron. I was born on 11/02/1966, had a usual childhood and went to Primary school in the village. I learned to read and write and many other things about life...

Aaron Barnea
My Dear Noam, For seven long years we do not meet and the letters to you, these one-way letters, are growing further apart. This is a special letter since it is designated to be read by others, as opposed to the previous letters...

A Conflict Close to Home
A disaster can strike your nation, your state, or even the house of your next door neighbor, but as long as it strikes someone else, it is still a distance away. Like many in Jerusalem, I grew up seeing many people die because of a “worthless conflict.” I felt sad for them, but I continued to live my life just as before...

Ben Kfir
Yakov Schaffer my great grandfather was born in Bukovina in the middle of the nineteenth century. He married Hanna Gott and had ten sons and daughters. Their first-born immigrated to England, two of their daughters immigrated to the United States and their fifth son died young from an illness. The others remained with their parents...

Mashka Litvak
Mashka was born in Kibbutz Negba. Her father, Moshe, was killed during the War of Independence, before she was born. She was named after him, Mashka. Mashka grew up in the Kibbutz with her mother and her older brother, Arnon, who was killed during his army reserve service in 1970...

A Different Kind of Miracle was Here
Thursday the 11th of November 2004, the day of Chairman's Arafat's death. In the occupied territories people mourn and get ready for the funeral. In order to avoid unnecessary clashes, IDF soldiers are given an order to avoid entering city centers. But, as usual, in the daily occurrences in the territories the unavoidable tend to happen, and at times, the results are horrendous...

Rami Elchanan - Replacing Pain with Hope
My name is Rami Elchanan. I am fifty-seven years old, a graphic designer and a 7th generation Jerusalemite. I am a Jew, I am an Israeli and before everything else - I am a human being. My personal story begins and also ends on one particular day of the Jewish calendar - Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement): On Yom Kippur 33 years ago, in October 1973, I was a young reserve soldier finding myself all of a sudden in the midst of a terrible war...

Roni Hirshinzon
I was born in Jerusalem in 1942, married Miri and had five kids, Tami, Hadas, Liat, Amir and Elad. On the twenty second of January 1995, at 09:05 AM, a suicide bomber, a member of the Islamic Jihad, dressed in an I.D.F uniform, blew himself up in a bus station among Israeli soldiers, at the Beit-Lid junction. Amir, my son, who was a recruit in the parachutist unit and had not been in the army for even three months, was sent with his friends to secure the junction...

Disasters of War
Jalal Shuhial Khudiari: In 1967 my parents, my five sisters (Leila, Khawla, Salwa, Asma and Sana) and my two brothers (Jamal and little Hisham) and I lived in Jenin. We had to flee to Amman. The ongoing war and the painful memories of the 48 massacre, gave us more than enough reason to leave for Amman. We left in a car that my father had rented for us. He stayed at home to finish some important things. It was god's will that he didn't accompany us...

Nir Yesod
Misgav Am is in a pastoral area overlooking southern Lebanon and the Hermon and spread out below is the Huleh Valley. The view is spectacular. Occasionally the quiet is disturbed. I grew up there during the seventies and eighties in a reality in which war was no stranger...