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PalästiNah — Inherited Hope (in English)

English Version of what we've been saying in German:

Since 1948 three generations of Palestinians have endured the bitter taste of enforced exile. 40% of these refugees are under 15 years old. The exhibition PalästiNah — Inherited Hope documents the twisted  normality of their everyday life.

The pictures on display were taken by Palestinian refugee children, Maya and Nadia Graßmann and Selim Harbi. They document the current situation in Rashidiya, Sabra and Shatila.

This event is supported by OMRAS, the Organisation for Human Rights in Arab Countries.

Art Direction: Caram Kapp

With special thanks to Johannes Moll
September 30th 2011 | 18:00
Theater Aufbau Kreuzberg
Prinzenstraße 85 F 


— Selim Harbi:


— TAK :


To this, I will add that the Vernissage is the beginning of a programme that shall develop until November. 

Look to our Facebook Event for updates! 

(FYI: The German translates into Palestine: Close By, the arabic into Our Palestine)


Anonymous said…
Since 1939 three generations of jews were slaughtered by your grandparents!

Please visit my exibition "Israel - inherited survivel"
Caram said…
With pleasure. Where's it on?

It's important to know all sides in a conflict.

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