Hebron, South Hebron Hills, Zif Junction
We went to Amal's kindergarten in Zif, where Amal also set up a garden at her own initiative and does not receive help from anyone.
Each family pays her NIS 40 a month. On the floor the children sit and play in a mixture of Lego cubes and all kinds of things. The kindergarten is almost completely empty of furniture and equipment. We brought her all the donations from our friends and was very happy to receive everything. Thanks to Tzvia and Shoshi.
The children have gone back to school.
And it is hard to put it mildly, to see the children in the school uniform so well dressed every day passing through the checkpoints and concrete blocks with the garbage and the area is so neglected. Childhood in Hebron is our responsibility.
The entire Shuhada Street is decorated with Israeli flags.
Abed's son, Muhammad, is accompanying a group of tourists from Sweden to the point where he is allowed.
We explain to them who we are. They are happy to meet another sort of Israelis.
In front of the entrance to the (Our Father) Avraham Avinu neighborhood, two soldiers wearing skullcaps on guard. They ask who we are and we explain. The face of one shows his disgust. "You are really leftists? And what are you doing here?" He mumbles something and we know what he thinks. In the Rachel and Leah houses adjacent to the Cave of the Patriarchs on the Paletinian side, we see that there are many settlers.
The air of Hebron is full of hatred and it is hard to breathe there.