The Invisible Men Page #3

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Take care.

- Good luck.

OK, bye.

- Bye.

Palestinians can't come to the party,

because they need permits.

But all the Israeli Arabs come.

OK, back to the party.

See you, God willing. Bye.

How did you feel

at the party?

Good.

Yeah, it felt good.

If any of these people's parents

knew they were at this party,

knew that they're gay,

they'd kill them.

Really.

So they have these parties in secret,

once a month.

No one knows about it.

Honestly,

I don't want to go abroad.

I want to live in a country...

that's close...

I want to breathe my culture,

my land.

In short,

this is painful for me.

I really don't want to go abroad.

Ga...

I don't know.

You've got to live

like a human being.

After the party,

I went to meet Abdu

in the apartment where he was hiding.

He was leaving Israel soon

and I wanted to know more about him.

Who's this hottie?

Hassan Hason...

'New...

He's 18, 19. Young.

Fine.

You don't check IDs

before having sex.

Do you know how many gay Palestinians

there are out there?

Look.

But Palestinians

never post pictures

Cute, huh?

Nice.

Iraq? -Iraq.

- Lebanon. -Iran?

Iran.

Wow, Iran has really hot guys.

There are really hot guys in Iran.

I've never seen anything...

Nice.

This is a real turn-on.

This letter says we are handling

Abdallah Rawashda's case,

we are looking for a

third country to give him

asylum as a humanitarian refugee.

I'll start a new life there.

My whole life is in this bag.

This is my Palestinian Passport.

Have you ever seen a Palestinian

Passport? -No. -Take a look.

What happened that night

in Ramallah?

The Palestinian Police

took me from my home.

First they caught my boyfriend.

Then they came to my apartment

at 2 AM.

I was sleeping.

They came in and trashed the house.

They took me to the police station

in Ramallah.

I was detained for 15 hours.

They beat me up every hour

and questioned me all over again.

They put my head in the toilet,

poured water on me,

and asked me:

"Do you work for the Mossad?"

"No," I said.

They said, "But you're gay. How is it

that you don't work for the Mossad?"

I said, "Yes I'm gay,

but I don't work for Mossad!"

They wouldn't listen. They kept beating

me and asking me over and over again.

"You deal with the Mossad! You're gay!

You sold your soul to the Occupation!"

I never disrespected anyone.

This is me. Accept me as I am.

It's their problem.

In order to apply for asylum abroad,

Louie was asked to write down his story.

Thin k about things

that are relevant to your case.

Take your time, we're in no rush.

When I was 8,

I would go to school.

I had a friend the same age,

in the same school.

When we would come home,

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