Hadil Awwad’s picture on the wall.
Hadil, the sixteen year old girl from the Qalandiya refugee camp who, two months earlier, had stabbed passers-by in Jerusalem with a scissors, been shot, fell and was shot again. “Making sure she’s dead” they call it when they shoot a girl lying on the street. A girl twice killed, above her the face of Mahmoud, her brother, whom the same soldiers killed two years earlier.
Rutiת, Nir and I were held for half an hour in a cell that measured 1.5 by 1.2 meters.
Half an hour, until the door opened and a policeman looked in and said, “Oh, it’s you? If you cooperate with the soldiers this won’t happen.”
But before we managed to say we’re not collaborators and won’t cooperate, he left.
Roni was held in a similar cell in an adjacent lane for the same length of time.