I found myself attending a funeral today. One of my friends here in Israel was closely related to a famous personality from the world of basketball.
Unfortunately my friend’s relative was found dead in his apartment on Monday morning and suicide is the most likely reason.
While I was at the cemetery today I noticed a row of graves next to the path. Each had Olympic rings on the top and when I looked carefully at the names (I can just about read Hebrew now) I recognised them.
Welcome to the quiet, understated and desperately sad world of Palestinian “Olympic achievement”.
