Reihan, Shaked, Sat 9.1.10, Morning

Sarit A., Rachel H., (Reporting)

Translation: Bracha B.A.

Reihan Barta’a Checkpoint 06:55
A van is waiting at the top.  At 07:00 the announcement of “Good morning, Crossing will now begin,” sounds.  There is a cold wind blowing.  Dogs are barking.  From the direction of the tower across from the roadside booth we hear calls reminding us that Big Brother is watching.  The soldier’s post near the gate on the road is empty.  This Saturday there are very few people.  People cross through quickly.  Two windows are open and the clerks are men.

07:08 – The first people come out.  The restfulness that prevailed during the previous shift is also present today. People are smiling.  Only one person coming out complains about the time that it takes him to get to Barta’a.  The loudspeaker at the entrance calls in the usual impolite tone, “Sakker el baab! (Shut the door!)  I said only five [at a time]!.  Why are you coming in?  I explicitly told you in Arabic..”

07:40 – The corridors leading to the two windows are crowded but empty quickly.

08:10 – 6 vans are waiting to pick up passengers.

Shaked Checkpoint
08:20 - it is quiet and empty.  A van with an officer from the Liaison and Coordination Administration stops beside us to say hello and to assure us that everything is in order.  Feeling calm from what he told us, we left the empty checkpoint at 08:40.