Hebron

Hebron is recovering from the sabbath in honour of the Life or Sarah. Thousands flooded all the  streets including the Casbah and other areas that are usually closed to Jews.

In the vicinity of the cave the large tents they had built there are being dismantled, the garbage heaps left by the guests were shocking. Everywhere, Israeli flags were hung and flags were painted on the concrete blocks. The map of the Greater Land of Israel, with a Star of David in its heart was also painted wherever possible. The curfew was harsh and all  Saturday people  could not go out to  open their  shops.

The owners of the Hebron souvenir shops tell of an event that reflects the reality of their impossible lives:

In the days before Shabbos Sarah, during the preparations, the loudspeakers playing Jewish music from the settlers' shop were amplified so that it was really hard to bear the un balanced noise.

They asked the owner of this store, Sultana,  to lower the unbearable noise and were answered by screems and abuse, claiming that one of them called her a slut. She  called her husband who came and turned the stalls over and all the goods broke. After they calmed down, they decided not to file a complaint because in any event they only would pay the price and no one would return the value of the broken goods. And so the Jews agreed not to lodge a complaint about the “verbal abuse”.

Reminds me that before the elections, Itamar Ben Gvir and his friends went wild and destroyed the souvenir stands that caused them great financial damage and no one paid them compensation of course.

Our friend tells us that a few weeks ago he saw a small, long-haired little 3-year-old brunette girl walking alone in the street. He took her to the mosque and asked them to call her family through the loudspeaker. In the meantime he looked after her.

After a long time, settlers came and took the child who because of the length of his hair was mistakenly thought to be a girl, without thanking them of course. On the contrary, he was called to the police post at the Cave of the Patriarchs. The family had demanded that he be questioned as to whether he had kidnapped the child. He answered them that he was shocked at their ingratitude.

That is what our life is like, said our friend. They tramp on us and we have to be quiet and to somehow provide for ourselves and that nothing should happen to their children.