I am a cameraman. I work on my own. It’s how I like it. I was on the West Bank a few weeks ago, my first job in the bitter cauldron of contention that is the Middle East. Of course I had seen on television, like most of us, the burnt-out buses, the ritual humiliation at checkpoints, the tanks in the streets, the stone-throwing crowds, the olive groves and the hilltop settlements – and now, the wall. I knew the place in images, I was there to make more of them, I suppose. I began my travels on the Palestinian side.
I had been there only a couple of days when I first came across a shepherd boy. ...
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