Abu DisMonday PM, 13.2.06Observers: Judy A, Noa A.I. (reporting), Mark (guest).14:50 Abu DisA woman’s blue ID is suspected of being forged. The woman is there with her husband and two children. None of them speak Hebrew. A young relative accompanies them and he speaks Hebrew well. The BP soldier would not disclose why he thought the ID was forged. She is supposed to be taken to the police for questioning. The soldiers suggested the young relative accompany her after they search him. There are complaints about an officer, S.B., who is on Friday morning shifts, and on Saturday and Sunday evening. He hits, curses and steals phones, so we are told. Our teams should make a note of his hours. The new coffee shop on the eastern side of the wall is empty. Few people passing at what used to be the lower gate. It requires climbing low walls, going through mud, barbed wire, etc. A group of children crosses, one girl is frightened.The ContainerIt is cold. One of the locals waves Hello, he is wearing a light sweater. “No money for a coat”. Scarce traffic. A taxi on its way to Ramallah is detained. Two young men from Hebron are freezing, but they get off to smoke. They say they have been waiting for an hour already. They are always stopped. They have gone through several CPs and have always been taken off and detained. One of them works in Jerusalem. “No license. Where would I get a license?” After about half an hour we ask what is happening. “Ask how we are, not only about work”. “They are GSS detained” he answers after all. Nevertheless, five minutes later they are released and the taxi goes on its way. Mark wants to take pictures of the stone houses on the hill. We go down and after a few minutes, a man arrives, a teacher if I recall correctly from another meeting with him, and says that this is private property and one has to ask permission before one takes pictures. “We are under occupation, you know”. Then he sees our badge, thanks us etc. He explains they are afraid of settlers, now that they uproot trees and seize control over land. Someone taking pictures could be doing so on their behalf. We didn’t think of that. We apologized and parted promising next time we will come for coffee.