Jaba (Lil), Qalandiya, Sun 4.3.12, Afternoon
Translating: Ruth Fleishman
It was cold at Qalandiya. So cold that the peddlers had to build fires to warm their hands.
The rain, the western wind and the dimness of the light added to the sense of neglect and desperation.
At Jaba checkpoint a dog handler was training her dog while expropriating the freedom and violating the sacred trust of the Palestinians who had been arbitrarily chosen to serve as an object for harassment.
Our presence ended for a while the routine harassments, as long as we were standing in front of the checkpoint, on the other side of the road, this activity did not take place.