'Anabta, Irtah, Jubara (Kafriat), Qalqiliya, Thu 19.3.09, Morning

Observers: 
Tammi Pollak, Esti Tsal Translator: Louise Levi
19/03/2009
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Morning
  1. The cargo terminal
    at Irtach (Sha’ar Efrayim)
    – The parking lot is full with loaded
    trucks. A private security company is operating the terminal. The moment
    we arrive two security guards nervously demand that we leave at once.
    They tell us that we are not permitted to be at the terminal, that it
    is a closed military area (?) and on no condition are we permitted to
    take pictures!

    There is much traffic. Trucks
    on their way in and out are waiting for their permits to load or unload
    to be checked. A security guard losing his patience phones to report
    that we are on the site. 
    At the Irtach checkpoint
    on the other side of the fence, next to the turnstile there are about
    20 people, with permits ready to be checked, from different places in
    the area: Haras, Jit, Kadum, Azun, Atma, Qalqiliya. They are waiting
    for the District Coordination Administration (DCO) to open only between
    8.30 to 9.00 in the morning. The roadblock itself is supposed to open
    at 4.30 in the morning and, as we already know, at this hour there are
    hundreds if not thousands of workers and families of prisoners waiting
    to pass the checkpoint at the entrance to Israel.

    It is important to remember
    that the checkpoint itself is operated by a private security company
    “Modi’in Ezrahi” which checks the entrance permits to Israel.
    The DCO manned by the army (mainly the Shabak) is in charge of issuing
    the permits. 

    A voice from the
    loudspeakers: “Is there anybody entering Israel?” The waiting people
    answer: “No, no!” They all have magnetic cards but no permits. They
    want permits. The coffee vendor offers tea and coffee.

    Lior, Yaron’s second (who
    has not arrived yet) answers our questions patiently. On the parking
    lot a few vans are waiting for their passengers. A bus, accompanied
    by a police car, with a small number of relatives is leaving for the
    Damun Jail. 
    The soldiers serving
    in the DCO arrive. 

9.00 Jubara
One cannot but feel terrible every time one sees Abu Hatam’s
house cut off from the road leading to the village by fences and gatesinfo-icon
and two cement blocks having been placed there lately. As if all the
fences, the gate, the soldiers and the police were not enough to prevent
“intruders” to break through. Seeing the two big blocks I remember
the days when there were no fences and no gate but only two cement blocks.
A few soldiers would be posted there while a large number of people
would be waiting in line to pass through and go north to Jubara or east
to Nablus. It’s hard to remember how this house looked until not long
ago, when we stopped to talk with Abu Hatam and have a cup of coffee.
Does anybody know what has happened to him?
 

We ask to enter the village.
The commander at the roadblock enquires on the phone: “ Are we permitted
to open the southern gate?” “No, no!” is the loud answer.
 

A police car arrives at the entrance
to the territories. The roadblock itself is on Palestinian territory
close to Abu Hatam’s house and on the road leading to Avnei Hefetz
and Einav as well as to Shofa and Anabta and from there to road 60 to
Jerusalem.
 

A young woman working for the
security company “Modi’in Hefetz”, a law student, stops the entering
vehicles, mostly the trucks, checks the permits and examines the goods
carefully. “We only check the goods, to prevent stolen goods, God
forbid, to enter the territories. We make sure that the goods matches
the delivery note.” I remark that from here the cars drive only into
the territories, that only Israel is in the opposite direction. She
smiles trying to explain that “there are many Jewish settlements in
the area, Avnei Hefetz, Einav, Immanuel, Elkana, - those are Jewish,
they are not the territories, they are all Israeli!” She also tells
us that a truck driver who arrived in the area for the first time got
scared. Suddenly he understood that he was in the territories, so he
asked: “Is it the territories behind the yellow?” (the iron bar)
He was so afraid that he turned around and drove away. He didn’t agree
to drive on!
 

At Jubara there is a police checkpoint
at the entrance to the territories. At the exit there is an army checkpoint
where magnets, I.D. cards for Palestine Authority residents, goods etc.
are being checked.
 

The police checkpoint examines
fresh goods such as eggs, meat, vegetables etc. and makes sure there
is a permit for agricultural products. They also check gravel, stones,
sand, cement and iron. “For example, at Immanuel they are building
a sports hall, and this is the kind of goods needed. We have to make
sure that the goods reaches its destination.” She says that she knows
how to tell real delivery notes from fake ones. “We have to look out
for stolen goods that might be used in more than one way, that might
be used by enemy organizations for the production of weapons.”
 

Anabta
It is unusually busy. There is a long line of cars as well as a line
of buses from the south all the way from the junction. It is impossible
to approach the roadblock to find out what is happening. The traffic
in the opposite direction is busy. The waiting drivers do not really
know what is going on. At our request a jeep driving in our direction
stops and the soldier says: “There are working on the road at the
checkpoint.”

 Qalqiliya
– The roadblock is still a “traditional” one. There are a few
cement blocks, the Israeli flag, a number of red signs prohibiting entrance
into A territory (the letter is carefully erased), a number of soldiers
and the finger indicating if to keep driving or to stop. There is no
turnstile, there are no fences and gates and electronic eyes keeping
watch from afar. There is no private company operating the roadblock
and there are no loudspeakers. One can still see people stopping and
talking to each other. This does not mean that the place is idyllic.
This is the only roadblock through which one can enter and leave this
big town surrounded by a 9 meters high wall and with a population of
50,000 people. A man from Qalqiliya once said to me that his town is
like a pot with boiling water without a handle. Close by to the south
of the roadblock there is a large smoking garbage site.
 

    Omri, the roadblock commander,
    tells us to keep a distance because it is closed military area. We insist
    and he lets us stay. There is little traffic. Cab drivers waiting for
    passengers on the east side (“our”) come up to report and to find
    out why the road towards Haji, Kadum is closed and why the road to Azzun
    is completely blocked. Driving on highway 55 they did not notice anything
    out of the ordinary. They also pointed out that every day between 3
    –4 o’clock p.m. the roadblock is very busy and crowded with cars,
    that the line reaches the far side of the junction, that everybody is
    impatient and that it takes a long time to drive through. They tell
    us we have to come and see for ourselves.

    One of the drivers, a 28-year-old
    man living in Qalqiliya, tells us that detaining him, handcuffing him,
    covering his eyes, investigating him and releasing him has become a
    routine. It happens a few times a month. “I haven’t done anything.
    Why do they do it to me? I just want to work!”