Dura-Al Fawwar Junction, Hakvasim (sheep) Junction, Hebron, South Hebron Hills
We left early today. The heat and Ramadan do their job.
On the way there are barriers at all junctions: Samu'a, Dahariya, Dura - El Fawwar, Beit Haggai, the sheep crossing, Bani Na'im, Beit Anun, the Olive Crossing.
Soldiers' posts all have flags along Route 60.
Only at the pool of El Fawwar all the flags that had been there a week ago had disappeared. According to what we are told there was a military ceremony.
At Dura-el Fawwar there was a checkpoint also on our way back.
Last Friday thee was a traffic accident at the entrance to Kiryat Arba.
In the accident, the son of Bassem, our friend from Hebron, was killed. Today, the three days of mourning are over and have come to console him. His son Muhammad was only 26 years old when he died. Bassem worked hard to add a floor to his home for his son. Now there are a widow and a baby, and a father and mother who do not know how to deal with their grief. I sat with the women of the family for a long time. Hot, they are fasting and in mourning. But all is the will of Allah.
The car will be returned to them without Muhammad.
Outside the men needed help getting the car back. A bureaucratic tangle. Traffic Police of the District, Etzion DCO. And a million questions as, for example, how are you connected to them? But everything was arranged. May Allah have mercy.
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The new gates were installed at the edge of the Kapisha neighborhood. They were installed on the eve of the holiday, but the strange arrangements did not change. Apparently, too, an electric barrier will be built.
The police barriers protect the settlers. There are already flower boxes and a settler child brings soap powder. They intend to stay there until the Messiah comes and to hell with the Palestinians.
Next to Beit Hadassah we encountered a car belonging to the settler who tried to push us off the road. He did so despite the fact that we had the right of way. From the car he shouted "Little bitch." Anat Cohen looked at us and was quiet this time. We went to Tel Rumeida and left the settlers without going into a confrontation. Faiza said the situation was relatively quiet.
We have become accustomed to this occupation that our eyes are already numb from seeing the suffering.
I am ashamed.