Near the breaches in the fence in front of Road 611: "We stop those who are unlucky and caught"
06:50 – Tura – Shaked Checkpoint
We were told that the soldiers arrived at 06:30 on time today, but the first worker only came out of the checkpoint at 07:13. Because the computer was not working. The soldiers were only letting cars and girls going to school pass through. They photographed every ID and called the District Coordination and Liaison Office to get permission to let every person through. 13-year-old schoolgirls from Dahar el Malik that is nearby but on the other side of the fence were walking up to the checkpoint and passed through quickly. Cars came to pick up workers and teachers. The traffic light at the center continually changed from red to green as if this were a busy traffic junction. We left at 07:30.
We passed Barta’a Checkpoint where workers a few were waiting by the side of the road. The parking lots were nearly full, and we continued on to the abandoned Hermesh Checkpoint. We examined a field of crocuses next to the place where the Turkmans had settled. We found a field of narcissi instead. There were also piles of junk next to the road near the pretty field of flowers.
08:05 – Yaabed – Dotan Checkpoint
There was a large presence of army vehicles along the road. At the checkpoint traffic was moving without delay and a soldier waved at us from up in the pillbox. At the northwest side of Emricha Junction an army truck was parked opposite the direction of the traffic. When we returned from Yaabed Checkpoint we went to see the car and woke up a soldier, who reported that he was not alone. The driver was sleeping.
08:15 – Barta’a Reihan Checkpoint
We quickly drove around the Palestinian parking lot, which was not full. The rented parking spaces were still empty. Evidently they belong to merchants from Barta’a who arrive at around 09:00. The improvised taxi stand next to the hole in the fence on Route 611 on the way to East Barta’a was full of activity. A police car stopped a driver for a traffic violation, but it did not deter the taxi drivers. We continued eastward to the old Barta’a Checkpoint wo see if anyone was crossing there. An army jeep stopped next to us and two soldiers and one woman soldier stopped a car. We asked why they had stopped them, since there were holes in the fence where people cross anyway. If it is forbidden, why don’t you repair the fence? A soldier explained: “There is no budget to repair the fence. We simply stop whoever is unlucky.” We understood.