7.12.17

Jerúsalem sum høvuðsstaður


Hyggja vit í tey skúlakort, sum eru á marknaðinum, so síggja vit at Jerúsalem er í minsta lagi disputed umstríddur høvuðsstaður í Ísrael. Londini, sum hava viðurkent Jerúsalem sum høvuðsstað eru Kekkia, Taivan, USA og Vanuatu. Nú vil Fólkaflokkurin eisini hava sett í føroysku móselógina, at Jerúsalem verður høvuðsstaður hjá jødum og kristnum, men ongum øðrum, og so slettis ikki hjá muslimskum palestinum.

Nú fokus er á Ísrael, tí tjóðin næsta ár kann hátíðarhalda 70 ár, vil amerikanski forsetin eins og Fólkaflokkurin eisini kanna sær ein part av heilaga staðnum, Jorsalir. Hann vil flyta amerikansku sendistovuna úr Tel Aviv til Jerúsalem. Og í morgin er fríggjadagur við fríggjadagsbøn í hesi krúttunnu, sum í minsta lagi telur fýra heimsátrúnaðir, antin vit vilja tað ella ei.


Bretska Wikipedia sigur, at "Israelis and Palestinians both claim Jerusalem as their capital, as the State of Israel maintains its primary governmental institutions there while the State of Palestine ultimately foresees the city as its seat of power; however, neither claim is widely recognized internationally."

Føroyska Wikipedia tekur saman um og sigur m.a. at "Tað hevur tí staðist stríð um, antin jødar einsamallir skulu ognast henda bý, og fleiri mæla til, at hann kemur at vera ein altjóða býur."

Meira Blaustein, sum býr í Woodstock, men er av jødiskari ætt, og var Geytadómari herfyri, skrivar í dag á Facebook:

"Okay. I loved Jerusalem. I lived there for 5 years as a young adult. It was my favorite place in the whole world. A beautiful place, filled with green trees and ancient stones, where art, culture, spirituality, history, creative thinking, self discovery and engaged philosophy and politics intersected, literally, on a daily basis. It was a magical place where artists, academics and thinkers would feverishly engage in endless conversations, and where every one of its old, large Jerusalem stones had a story to tell. On any given day/night I must have walked along the long stone wall surrounding the old city in the middle of the night; bit into baked pitas, fresh out of an oven while crouching on my knees, together with Arab men waiting too for their fresh pita; sipped tea with fresh mint leaves (nana) in Taamon, the old bohemian coffee shop in the center of town; hung around with the drunk philosophers and artists in the old artists bar (called, literally, the artists house) until my piano player boyfriend was done for the night; walked around one ancient neighborhood and another, photographing old Ukrainian women selling their nightgowns and tea sets in the old Jewish market, or Armenian men hanging chandeliers in the last standing Armenian church filled with so many other chandeliers, until that was all you could see when you walked in... I think I slept very little in those days, yet I loved every minute of those sleepless days and nights. It was a place of constant enlightenment. However, Jerusalem today is nothing like the place I used to live in years ago. Bursting at the seams, it seems to have been taken over by fanatics from various sides. I do not like to go there anymore, and indeed haven't been for a few years now. And now, this. What will happen???


Amerikanska skemtirásin The Beaverton, skrivar samstundis, at "Palestinians recognize Texas as part of Mexico JERUSALEM - In response to US President Donald Trump’s recognition of Jerusalem as the Israeli capital, the Palestinian National Authority has announced that it will recognize Texas as a state of Mexico since it was violently annexed by the United States in the 1840s."

Mangt er í altjóða politikki.