Hebron

It seemed to us that we would have nothing to report and everything would be routine.

So it seemed that all the way and the usual round in Hebron despite a slightly larger military presence

That is until we entered as usual through the new checkpoint of the army at Tzir Zion at the entrance to the Kafisha neighborhood.

Our soldiers opened the checkpoint for us as always, but when we returned, the soldier decided that we had been forbidden to enter and certainly not to leave because we might endanger Kiryat Arba when we returned from H1.

"Wait a minute you are detained." Frantic phones began, and that was what he had been told on the phone by his commander.

"Why? What is different today?" "You should not have entered, so now you can not leave."

"You opened the gate for him," we said. He said "I do not care."

"How do we get home?"

"I do not know," he replies.

"Will they let him out through the Ashmoret Yitzhak outpost?"

The soldier looked a bit stunned by the fact that we have the information..

At that point a Border Police truck arrives. The officer tells the embarrassed parachutist., "Detain them, ask for instructions , and then we'll have coffee." He drives off.

All the insensitivity of the occupation army in one sentence.

"Give me your ID", says the soldier to M. We firmly extend our own. "He is an Israeli citizen like us", we shout. He hesitates, another phone call. "Well, give yours too."

Blushing, he consults with his friend and with an unknown authority over the phone.

He did not  know how to get out of the situation he had gotten himself into.

We did all we could to explain who we were and what we were doing and that the whole event was as unnecessary and we tried to be as restrained as possible. Again the Border Police van returns, the officer who is convinced of the correctness of his actions and his being there, speaks with us politely and we also told him what was had to be said. He smiled and drove off.

Half an hour passed before the soldier, full of motivation and completely confused, allowed us to go home. What a  pathetic use of  authority.

"But remember, you go out straight away to the right and out." (As if we had planned differently).

That's it.

In a city full of enclaves of settlers between Palestinian neighborhoods, the IDF tries to mark a border and behaves like a disturbed child losing control of himself.