Anin checkpoint: Garbage piles grow along the side of the road to the checkpoint

Observers: 
Rachel W. and Ruti T. (Reporting Marcia L., Translation
Nov-10-2020
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Afternoon

14:55 – Barta’a-Reihan Checkpoint

At 3:00 p.m., the parking lot next to the Seam Areainfo-icon is already filled with cars that bring men and women workers to the edge of the long sleeveinfo-icon (the enclosed passage to the checkpoint terminal) that bypasses the terminal, taking them to the parking lot on the Palestinian side. A yellow transit taxi waits for the passengers traveling in the direction of Jenin, but most of the workers hurry down the sleeve. Some of them have cars from the other side or regular transport vehicles.  A couple sits in a taxi that waits patiently to fill up.  The couple is from western, Israeli Barta’a, and they are going to enjoy themselves a bit in Jenin. Barta’a is declared a “red” area because of the small village of Mu’awiya, that belongs to the same local council, in which there are 32 cases of the Corona virus.  Indeed, in East Barta’a. business is almost as usual.  (Lately, the wedding hall has closed.). However, in Jenin, everything is open, and it is possible to breathe.

 

15:15 – Tura-Shaked Checkpoint

There is hardly any traffic here.  One woman and a tractor arrive from the West Bank.  Tura checkpoint’s infamous trash bin really glitters after the rain.

 

15:35 – Anin Checkpoint

Unfortunately, the sides of the pretty road that leads to the checkpoint, are also filled with piles of rubbish.  In front of the wide-open front gate, four tractors are already waiting with women sitting on sacks of olives that were harvested today. A young man crosses the checkpoint, running with no hesitation, through the wide opening in the fence, right next to the locked inner gate. M., who is known to everyone who regularly arrives at this checkpoint, asks that we remind everyone to order olive oil from him.

 

At about 3:50 p.m., a vehicle arrives from the District Coordination Office.  In another five minutes, the soldiers arrive, and the convoy moves inward. A single officer, by himself, checks identity cards; after a few more minutes, everyone disappears on the slope beyond the locked gate.