A long, slow morning
The Qalandiya checkpoint is neither built nor equipped to accommodate the number of people who may pass through it on a standard morning on their way to work, to school, to a hospital, etc., so that the passage through it turns into a daily punishment.
All five checking stations were open when we arrived at 5:30 a.m. and the lines reached up to the second row of cars in the parking lot. The situation remained that way through most of the morning. At 6:00 we began following a man from the end of one of the lines to the entrance to the checking station; his journey took 55 minutes.
The Humanitarian Gate opened at 6:15 and closed at 6:50, although there were still long lines when it closed. As usual, although there were police and security guards standing or sitting 2-3 meters from the gate, no one bothered to tell the new arrivals standing beside it that it was closed, unless they called out to ask about it. It turns out that Palestinians without a voice are also invisible.
At 7:05 the line discipline broke on the line leading into the left cage (the one that virtually invites queue jumpers because of the gap at the entrance to it), but the other two lines remained intact.
At 7:10 we joined one of the intact lines extending to outside the shed, and it took us 30 minutes to exit the checking station