A short shift, from 8 a.m. until 2 p.m.
A hot day, as usual. Our assignment was to clean up the encampment. Tomorrow is their turn, a photographer will be here, and one must present an area as neat as possible.
The housewife helps us, gladly. She is happy that Jewesses are cleaning up for her. So are we. It was a kind of mirrored role-playing. Living peacefully in the Valley. To each according to their abilities and needs.
We began with a nice breakfast and warm tea. Then we took hold of broom and rake and went to work. We perspired, the sun on our heads, the animals staring at us, distrusting.
Hens of all colors and sizes, cats, dogs, all holding second and third generation titles and mixing with us as if we were one unit.
The flock of sheep will not go out to the bare fields today. For feed, straw bundles were strewn in the area, and hungry animals convened around each, a sheep per bundle – it looked like old times in the kibbutzim again. Just without the jolly music, roll and cocoa.
At the end of cleaning up and setting up order in the home, we were treated to Mjadara and salad. Then resting and discussing the situation.
The day passed peacefully. We were just with the housewife. All the rest were in the village above, in Tubas.

At the same time, at Ein al-Hilwe, the army detained a young shepherd who the army thought was standing in the wrong spot. He was taken to an army camp and released some hours later. In other places, settlers came and went. It is all shaken up the whole time in some cyclical order.
So we went back home. We hope the photographer and the donor will be impressed with the cleanliness and order of the place.