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I had the most amazing day picking olives with my family, was my first time being in Palestine during the olive harvest season and it meant so much to be a part of it
And now I have enough olive oil for several life times
My grandma every time she heard one of my cousins smacking the tree with a stick for the olives instead of picking them by hand because it’s mean to the tree
So many feelings about this, its been so much work for my family to take care of this land that helps sustain them year after year, all in plain view of a settlement that’s already swallowed up some of their land
Played some Palestinian songs on a speaker and my cousins joked about the settlers coming to bother us for it and even as a joke it’s just heavy on top of all the blood sweat and tears that go into this land
On the harvest itself my grandma did accept the new fancy machine to pick the olives faster even tho it’s harsh on the branches too; climbing the tree, acceptable, hitting with that stick, very much not
