Hebron, South Hebron Hills, Wed 17.8.11, Morning

Geusts: Ira and Ma’ayanA., Orit and Chanan

Translator:  Charles K.

Traffic is light these days, the roads are half-empty, or even less busy, and if not for the wonderful local figs and grapes sold by the roadside, passersby would imagine the region was abandoned and deserted.

Hebron

The city looks like a ghost town, except for the area of the Cave of the Patriarchs where on both days we saw representatives of Breaking the Silence and Israelis who’d arrived in a bus to pray at the site.

I’m attaching a photo of a checkpoint for residents of Hebron who are forced to pass under a bridge to reach their homes. The bridge could have come from the song “Bridge of Gold,” but the impossible conditions of life in the city create many difficulties.