Tugadh cuireadh dom cuairt a thabhairt go dtí an Phalistín le compántas damhsa Catherine Young. Thuirling me ag aerphort Tel Aviv. Ní raibh aon bealach eile isteach dom.
Bhí Taxi ag fanacht orm agus thiomáin muid go Ramallah. Turas gearr go leor. Ag teacht isteach go Ramallah i rith na Cásca, bhí iontas orm agus mórshúil le crois mór á iompair ag muintir na háite. Ceiliúradh ar Íosa Chríost. Níor ligú dom íoc as mo cupán caife sa caifé.
Cleachta agus cúpla seó san amharclann í Ramallah. Agus turas go Hebron, leaba Abraham. Do sheinn mé féin agus Cormac Breathnach fonn Ó Riada, Ag Críost an Síol, lasmuigh don Teampall.
D’eirigh linn dul go Jeruselum, tríd na check points. Agus sheinneamar san amharchlann Náisiúnta le ceoltóirí agus damhsoirí Phalastínigh.
Ag teacht abhaile liom agus mé ag fanacht san aerphort i dTeil Aviv, leis an bling agus na bright lights. An civility agus an bréag. Ar nós úrscéal dystopian. Ag bogadh ón ealain, ceol, damhsa agus daoine tríd an portal go bling agus bréag.

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I was invited to visit Palestine with the Catherine Young Dance Troupe.  I arrived at Tel Aviv airport.  The was no other way to get there.  A taxi was waiting for me and we drove to Ramallah.  It was a short enough journey.  We arrived in Ramallah during Easter and I was amazed at a parade of locals carrying a big cross.  They were celebrating Jesus Christ.  They wouldn’t let me pay for my coffee in the café.
A practice and a few shows in the theatre in Ramallah.  We travelled to Hebron, the bed of Abraham.  Cormac Breathnach and I performed Ó Riada’s composition ‘Ag Críost an Síol’ outside the temple.
We managed to get to Jerusalem, through the check points.  We played in the national theatre with Palestinian musicians and dancers.
On the way home I was waiting in the airport in Tel Aviv, with its bling and bright lights, its civility and delusion.  It was like a dystopian novel.  Moving from art, music, dance and people through a portal to bling and delusion.