'Anabta, Huwwara, Irtah (Sha'ar Efrayim), Za'tara (Tapuah), Sun 14.3.10, Afternoon
Huwwara, Beit Furiq and nearby villages (Awarta, Hudala and Beit)
Since closure has been imposed and no workers are allowed into Israel, we skipped the part of our shift that usually takes us to Yrtach, and chose to travel the Palestinian roads connecting the three villages near Beit Furiq and Huwwara checkpoints.
Tapuach Zaatara Junction 15:00
45 cars seen coming from Nablus, inching into the inspection area.On our way back two hours later, traffic was moving without inspections. In the town/village Huwwara, as on the concrete wall of the quarry opposite the Huwwara checkpoint, the black tarred Hebrew letters are still blaring the inscriptions “Blessed be He that did not make me a Gentile”. We continue to mention this and emphasize the fact that if the army continues to dominate this area and does nothing to erase this filth, then we conclude that it condones it.
As we arrive, a very large group of soldiers (not Border Patrol) is present. 15:23 For reasons unknown to us, the soldiers do not let the cars exiting Nablus through, so a very long line is formed. 10 minutes later traffic is resumed but at a snail’s pace, every car gets a ‘glance inspection’.The entry lane too is filled at a standstill with a very long queue.Sniffer dog and trainer arrive at 16:05.Lieutenant X bothers to come and explain to us with charming smiles that we should please proceed to stand back outside the checkpoint compound, further off where we would not see a thing, because… as long as we stand where we do, the soldiers cannot concentrate on their job and are too busy thinking about our safety and well being.
16:15 Traffic is resumed and back to normal, and we free the soldiers who can't concentrate of our worrisome presence and proceed to
Beit Furiq 16:25The Israeli flag drapes the concrete slabs, and no soldiers in sight. We then bumped
merrily along the pot-holed narrow village roads connecting Awarta, Hudala and Beita, oohing and
aahing at the lovely landscape, exchanging lots of smiles with lots of children, went in to take a peek at
the present state of the greens market in Beita where the fruit traders received us with joy and curiosity
and wouldn’t let us leave without taking with us a bunch of bananas as a token of their appreciation that
we oppose the checkpoints and that we come by to say hello.And then we led our shame back home to