Hebron, Tue 18.8.09, Morning

Trans. by Naomi S.
Today's the day we're summoned to give evidence at the Hebron Police (in the Patriarchs' City neighbourhood, as our summoning reads) about an event we've had earlier this month with the settler Anat Cohen, following which Hagit filed a complaint. This is the first thing we do on this shift. At the station, the investigator who summoned us is not present, and following some enquiries and an hour's wait, we are being apologized to, and Yossi, a different investigator (pleasant, it should be said) is appointed to take our testimony. He talks to M., our driver, first and then, to Tamar G. -- two hours, later we're finally off, to do our work.

Summer school holiday is still on, and with it, the depressing occupation routine, too. Paratroopers and Border Police soldiers are everywhere. They do not trouble anyone – they, too, must be hot!
On the Zion Route, we enter the small metal workshop to hear how the cars' new passage works. They say nothing is new. Until the decision about the route was taken, the CP was unmanned. Now that the pillbox is there, with at least four Border Police soldiers at any time – and the result: they prohibit the passage of goods, claiming there's no back-to-back arrangement here and require transfer permits for any merchandise or good moved from one side of the road to the other.
One of the workers here asks whether we can help him out. As it turns out, as the brother of a Shahid, the Jordanians will not allow him into Jordan. I give him a contact number.All other pillboxes and crossings in town and in the South Hebron hills area are manned. As usual.