'Einabus, Burin (Yitzhar), Haris, Huwwara, Jama'in, Kifl Harith, Qira, Zeta, Tue 22.1.13, Morning

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Observers: 
Natalie Cohen, Naomi Bentzur (reporting), in Nadim’s vehicle Translator: Charles K.
Jan-22-2013
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Morning

 

09:30  We left from the Rosh Ha’ayin railroad station.  The road is open, no military presence.  Election posters for Otzma – the Kahanists – dominate the turn to the road to Hars.

 

10:00  We reach Hars. As it was last week, this week also the club is filled with woman making handicrafts, paid by an international organization.  Their projects are donated primarily to children in poor families.

The women’s English class is held in a side room.  The beginning of the class is devoted to the Israeli elections – a way of teaching a basic, relevant vocabulary.  A discussion about democracy begins, comparing parties in Israel and in Palestine.  It turns out that the lack of trust in the current leadership is common to both populations…

The women then receive a text about a boy genius and a graph of the distribution of IQ scores.  There’s great interest.  The importance Palestinian mothers assign to education and excellence in school is again obvious.

 

The circuit:

10:00  We leave Hars via Huwwara.  We see two soldiers.  Traffic flows without interference.

 

10:40  Burin.  Children still on winter vacation play in the streets.  Many shops are open, the atmosphere calm.  The other villages – Kifl Hars, Qira, Zeita, Jama’in and Einabus – are also calm.  Just an ordinary weekday, may there be many such.  On our way back, at the Tapuach junction, two soldiers in position.  No inspections.  And surprise:  Among the expected election posters displayed all around is one for “HaTnu’a – Tzipi Livni.”  Well done!

 

12:00  We leave Hars.  A few requests before we go.  The first – to teach Hebrew.  We asked them to prepare a list of participants’ names for next week and then we’ll look into it.  The second – a mother seeking medical help for her daughter who suffers from atrophied muscles.  We promised to check with Physicians for Human Rights.

 

There’s no military traffic at all on our way back to Rosh Ha’ayin.  We even go through the checkpoint without being asked the question we’re always asked – “Where are you from?”

 

Later today each of us will exert her democratic right – vote, and pray for change.