More than one week has passed by in Nablus, fortunately it was not too exciting for me. Though I was in four different villages, everyday happened about the same.Just picking olives in the soft october sun, getting fed like kings by the local families, exchanging experiences with the other ISMers in the evening before I early felt asleep.

Somehow I've been always been one of the lucky ones, who went to places without any attacks. Two persons injured by stones thrown on them and a destroyed car were the main casualities suffered from settler attacks in the other villages covered by us where I haven't been yet.