They speak perfect English with foreigners, this new generation that grew in the relative prosperity of recent years.
This still is a Christian city, even more so is Beth Jala, its neighbour.
The Christians and Muslims live together, as they did for fourteen hundred years, since Islam came here, a model of cooperation and friendship.
In the same time, a few hundred yards away, in a fashionable café the students of Bethlehem University frolic around big wooden tables and smoke their waterpipes.
It is a mixed crowd, relaxed boys and cheerful girls.
Autumn is beautiful in Palestine: overripe blue-green figs, unpicked pomegranates pecked by birds, heavy grapes turn red.
Now is the olive harvest time, and the burghers of Bethlehem and its twin city Beth Jala (everyone owns a plot with olive trees) bring heavy sacks full of green and black olives to the local oil press equipped by the latest Italian machinery.