Chana Stein, Ronit Dahan-Ramati (reporting); Translator:  Charles K.


Their Ramadan means nothing to me


Preparation for Ramadan, and innovations

05:15  We parked before reaching the checkpoint and crossed on foot to the Palestinian side.  Long lines greet us.  Five inspection booths are already open and there aren’t many people waiting at them.  Only when the female soldier in the aquarium opened the turnstiles at the end of the fenced areas and people began coming in did we notice an innovation:  curved railings have been added between the turnstiles and the inspection booths so people must wind their way toward the booths.  Younger men jump over the railings to avoid the winding route.

The lines grew a bit shorter and we exited to see preparations for the Friday of Ramadan.  The parking lot is closed – concrete barriers block the entrance.  To the left of the checkpoint the road to the parking lot has been newly paved, and there are three lanes bounded by concrete barriers, culminating in what seem to be three inspection sheds.  A turnstile leads to the checkpoint at the left of the canopied area.  Is it new?  Or has it always been there?  Will they use it on Friday so people won’t have to circumnavigate the area?  Usually people enter the canopied area on the right and wait on lines to enter the fenced areas (the lines often stretch beyond the canopied area).

The kiosk is closed because of the Ramadan fast, and the beigel and cake sellers aren’t here.  People don’t smoke; the place is slightly cleaner than usual.  Many come without food containers.  That helps when the loudspeaker later announces that people with no bags can go through booth 2 (apparently the scanner isn’t working).

A policeman arrives, comes out to prevent people from jumping over the new railings.  He catches someone, confiscates his permit and will return it only at 07:00.  The man turns to us.  He says it’s the first time he’s crossed here and isn’t familiar with the procedure.  At first we thought his permit was for a later hour and didn’t understand that he’d been punished.  The DCO noncom, who today arrived on time (about 06:00), explains his error to him in Arabic.  He apologizes and tells her also that he’s new here.  The policeman wants him to wait, and to speak Hebrew.  But the man doesn’t know Hebrew.

The humanitarian gate first opens at 06:09, and then intermittently for people permitted to go through it.  The policeman continued hunting people jumping over the railings and confiscated their permits.  The female soldier returned the first permits at 06:35.  The policeman made do with a warning to the others that the next time their permits would be confiscated permanently. 

More and more forces arrived while we were there.  One of the three additional guards ate demonstratively outside and when his colleagues told him people were fasting responded, “Their Ramadan means nothing to me.”  Another policewoman arrived and then a policeman, briefly.  At one point nine people in uniform were present but later most left.  The DCO noncom left at 06:45, even though there were still long lines.


At 07:00 we got on line.  It took us 35 minutes to cross, much longer than usual (we usually get on line after the congestion has eased, when the lines are short).  It doesn’t look as though the new slalom does any good…

We saw that the sidewalks and area outside had been cleaned.  Garbage had been collected in large white sacks belonging to the municipality and waited on the side to be picked up.