no machine guns, please

no machine guns, please.
A reasonable request one must say.

I've had a good week, starting to get busy now. My classes have started and my Arabic lessons start tomorrow. Teaching English is strange, dunno yet if I'm good or bad at it, just know that it's scary. Definitley the scariest thing I've done so far, more before-hand the class itself was fine.

I feel that I may be falling into the trap of only writing about the worst (most dramatic) things about my time in Gaza. Although there are many crazy things about this place, my experience here is mostly of meeting people who really wanna look after me, feed me, or show me around. The Palestinian hospitality got talked up before I came and I haven't been dissapointed.

The weather here is starting to get nice, like a good Irish summer, two months time and it might be a little less Irish!