Last night I
read Joe Sacco’s Palestine which I borrowed from my
brother. This graphic novel told about a nationalism of the forgotten country. Well,
there are hundreds authors wrote about Palestine
so far but, in my opinion, Sacco did it better. By combining techniques of eye
witness reportage with the medium of comics storytelling, Sacco deeply explored
the complex, emotionally weighted situation of Palestine. He had spent two months (winter
1991-1992) in Israel
and the occupied territories, traveling from one refugee camp to others and
taking notes.
Joe Sacco (right side in the pic) is
a cartoonist and journalist. Everything he had worked on Palestine was simply everything what he had heard
and witnessed during his Mid-Eastern jaunt. His Palestine
then set new standards for the use of comic as a documentary medium. Through
his eyes I could see the brutal torturing and pure cruelty happened in Palestine. However, in
working on his project, Sacco viewed the object from two different sides: Palestinian
and Israeli. He kept himself to be always in the rule of journalism.
Being journalist is something
serious. It needs not only most of your time and energy but also a heart full
of sincerity. Your brilliant brain won’t help too much if you don’t have sharp
eyes to observe and two ears which are ready to listen. For me, a journalist is
more than a professional status people give to someone who reports news. It
means prestige and adventure.
At the age 25 (twelve years ago), I
really didn’t have any good reason why I decided to be a journalist. I just
sent my application and CV to the local leading newspaper. A week later, I took
series of test together with other nine applicants. I was the only female
there. And surprisingly, after three days waiting, I was accepted as a
journalist.
Actually, I liked the way a
journalist worked. Though I was the only female, my five senior journalists
were good friends to share ideas and experiences. I enjoyed the times of we
were news-hunting and having fun while I was sitting in front of the compy to
prepare my reports. But still, being a journalist was too hard for me.
I am not truly a late person. Less
of sleep made me easily get sick and weak. I wasn’t that tough. In my fifth
month working, I gave up although my five seniors did the best to pursue me to
stay. Amazingly, they didn’t do it just because what I’ve done, but it was mainly
because we were team.
Last night while I was reading Joe
Sacco’s Palestine, I remembered my five seniors.
How I learned so much from them. They gave me such an unforgettable experience
during the five months I was there. I will always remember those sleepless
nights we spent together with cups of coffee (no cigarettes please :p).
I found Joe Sacco’s soul inside
them. Thanks for had been there when I needed support and comfort. I wish you
more than luck pals!
(Truly dedicated to my five Joe Saccos: Mr.
Moenir, Brother Ajid, Brother Rudy, Brother Ono and Faisal)
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