'Awarta, Huwwara, Za'tara (Tapuah), יום א' 10.5.09, בוקר
Translation: Suzanne O.
There is one car from the west and 6 from the north.
Just a few people at the turnstiles; they cross quickly.
The traffic is heavy in the direction of Nablus; many of those entering the town are women - students, mothers with small children in their arms.
There are 5 vehicles in the queue to leave Nablus.
During the whole of our stay there it was very quiet. People in the car park whom we asked how things are, said: OK.
The 'OK' sounded like a kind of acceptance of their miserable lives which have become routine, without eruptions.
There are 4 cars in the queue. They are held up for a number of seconds by the soldier carrying out inspections as he asks them a question or two, and they drive on without being checked.
As usual, there is a Border Police jeep at the entrance to the village.
We go into the village. A group of people whom we meet complain to us about the great difficulty they have to endure to get into Israel to work. We stand before them, in shame, helpless.