Between lemons and walls
War has abandoned the public space of the streets and has crept surreptitiously into home. The walls are not enough to guarantee the division line between what is inside and outside. That is to say, the idea of a shelter, a refuge, has become a banned word in Palestine. While ethnic bioweapons may be dangerously being considered as a valid strategy in the worldwide warfare, methods are right now employed in Palestine to implode the frontiers between household space and street. One can raid an orchard of trees. One can walk through walls.
Whole families may be identified in the privacy of their living room, silently surveilled and finally targeted by means of ultrasonic equipments. The heat, clear signal of living, is also the whistleblower. Breathing is the new sin, the path to damnation.
I cannot avoid remembering a famous statement by Edward Said when mentioning a plum loading being left to rot in Gaza: "they want to kill us as cockroaches".
Everybody should read the paper written by Eyal Weizman in which he courageously reveals the techniques (and, why not say, the philosophy) applied by Israeli Army when raiding Palestian territory. Changing the scenery of the war is the new procedure. The unbelievable war scenery is now the private space of the Palestinian houses: the roofs and the walls.
There is something else that Weizman's papers teach us. They make us think that some interesting readings, concepts and authors may be harmfully distorted. At this time, Deleuze was the choice.