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.
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.