Qalandiya

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Place: 
Observers: 
Tamar Fleishman; Translator: Tal H.
Oct-14-2018
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Afternoon

An ambulance driver carried a 9-year old boy across between ambulances. He told me the boy had a problem in his respiratory system and was sent for treatment at Muqassad Hospital (East Jerusalem). I photographed.

-You’re not allowed to take pictures! Yelled the soldiers. This is a military zone, and you’re also invading privacy.

-Privacy? Really? And this does not apply to you? Everything is photographed around here.

-Ah, those are security measures.

I wondered why pictures of the young man murdered on Yom Kippur Eve at the entrance to the Old City of Jerusalem were not posted as usual on walls and pillars, and in answer I heard something I never knew: “No picture before we get the body”.

What I didn’t know then and still don’t know is why the hell his body was not returned to his family.

“Imagine what his mother must be feeling”, said a resident of the refugee camp.

As I crossed the checkpoint and reached the soldiers’ checking post again I heard the old songs about not being allowed into Ramallah, and that as a Jew I am forbidden to cross over to  the Palestinian side of the checkpoint and so forth.

Speak to my lawyer, I retorted and pointed to Attorney Tayel Dudin who stood behind me in line. When they were done with me they addressed Tayel: “It’s dangerous for a Jewish woman to be there”, and heard from him that it’s true, it might be dangerous for a Jew, but his client (me) chose to be there and it’s not forbidden by law, it’s a matter of personal choice.

What I didn’t yet know and found out while crossing the checkpoint is that a man holding a blue (Israeli) ID could at any given time block his green-Id-holding wife’s permit that meets the definition of family unification. This is what happened to a woman at odds with her husband, and only as she reached the soldiers was she informed that her permit was no longer valid. What about the children at home? That’s the man’s worry.

A bit further stood a white vehicle with flashing police lights, and inside it were two army lieutenants. It blocked the vehicular lane of traffic exiting Palestine and caused a traffic jam the end of which was out of sight.

Why do you block the road? I asked. Someone important is about to arrive, they answered. Who? I wondered.

A shout pierced the air: Don’t answer her! Policeman Menashe Chai arrived on the scene. The officers, although above him in the official hierarchy, obeyed.

After not sparing Menashe my opinion of him I mentioned to the officers that even if that important person expected to cross is so important, still whoever is lying in the ambulance in back is more important.

Something in what I said must have touched them, and they made way for the ambulance and everyone else.

Not long afterwards a kind of VIP convoy arrived, including a military vehicle with a high-ranking officer inside, followed by a civilian white vehicle with darkened windows and several human shadows inside.