'Azzun 'Atma, Tue 16.6.09, Afternoon

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Maki S., Amira A. (reporting), Translator: Judith G.


‘Azzun ‘Atma

It is 17:00 and we don't see a single person.  We approach the soldiers' shed and ask if there are any new regulations here.  No.  Everything is well organized to imprison ‘Azzun ‘Atma between fences, gatesinfo-icon, a path bordered by wire fences, which were improved since the last time we were here.


Little by little the residents of ‘Azzun return from their day.  They line up obediently all by themselves to wait for the soldiers to motion with their fingers from a distance of 2 meters;  afterwards, the soldiers will look around in their bags, check their ID, their permit, certify that the photo on the ID matches their tired faces, and wave them forward with a flick of their hands.