Hamra, Tayasir, Wed 28.11.07, Afternoon
Annina K., Yehudit H., and two guests: Esthy and Noga
A Palestinian who bought a new car came to the CP in it, but the car licence bore somebody else's name, and he was not allowed to go through. The regiment commander who was visiting the CP talked to him, was convinced that he was telling the truth and allowed him through. Of course, the driver praises the commander to the skies when he talks to us. The brigade commander tells us about the procedures and the preparations of the soldiers before every shift, when, he says, moral values are the most important aspect. He was upset because Noga (the guest) is a girl of 17, and he thinks it is wrong to bring her to the CP.
After two months, the ultra-orthodox Nahal soldiers are back and they are operating the CP. At the CP, there is the customary routine. The passengers get out and go through the magnometer and the turnstiles. At the vehicle CP, they stop for inspection and all of them go through quickly. In the other direction, as well, i.e., in the direction of Tubas (the West Bank), there are many trucks and cars loaded with vegetables and fruit, and they go through almost without any inspection.
There are very long queues in both directions. It seems that until we arrived all the vehicles were at a standstill and practically not a single one went through in either direction. The drivers and some of the passengers are outside the cars. They tell us that they have been waiting between an hour and an hour and a half. From the minute we arrived, quick passage began in both directions, and some of the passengers shout, 'thank you' to us.
A large group of laborers, young fellows, arrive at the CP; the bus that brought them is waiting in the queue for passage. They had to get off the bus; now they have to go through the turnstiles and to present ID cards. They all work in the packing plant in Tamra, packing tomatoes. They talk to us and tell us about their work and are punished for this by the soldiers: They have to go back, to stand in line and go through one by one.
A young fellow from Hebron tells us that he works in transportation to Nablus and to Jenin, but he has to employ a driver from the Jiftik who can go through the CP because with an ID from Hebron, he is not allowed to drive in the CP. He goes through the turnstiles and the driver, his employee, drives his vehicle through, and that is the way he works every day; it costs him a great deal of money.
The gigantic queues are getting smaller and we leave at 1515.
The Jordan Valley is green in this season, vegetation has begun to grow and the brownish-greenish ground looks lovely. A herd of deer passed us in the field. "Everything is so open and so closed", Noga sums up what she has seen.