It was raining and extremely cold which affected our concentration.We were told there was no checkpoint in Jaba’a.Qalandya South 4.00 p.m.An extremely long lane of cars, but traffic flowed. Pedestrians were free to enter. No checking from South to North.They have lengthened the line of cement blocks, to stretch further away from the checkpoint, towards Ja’aba, and also replaced those already there (and the new ones) to narrow the width of the road an increase unpleasantness. Qalandya North 4.10 p.m.Two women with the wrong ID’s approached, one allowed through, the other denied. The woman who was allowed through pleads with the soldier that her friend will be allowed too.A woman with two very small children doesn’t go through the ‘ordained’ path but from the path which is used from south to north, was stopped by the soldier who wouldn’t let her pass. She lives in Kufer Akeb, Palestinian ID, and was on her way to the clinic in E-Ram with her children. She is upright and confident and we later learn she is an activist for human (maybe women’s, can’t remember) rights, who works in Jerusalem, says she travels there daily. Her husband who has a blue ID (a Jerusalemite) was waiting on the other side of the checkpoint so they would go to the doctor together. The soldier, speaking to D (not to the woman) said scornfully that the woman was making cynical use of her children. After an ongoing argument and pleading, the soldier would not yield, and the husband, sullen and wordless solemnly took the children and left, and the mother too turned the other way, wild and proud and relentless, with tears running silently down her flushed cheeks. A young woman – drenched, shivering, it was pouring rain – was not allowed through. She seemed very distressed, and we asked her what has happened. She explained to us that she lives in E-Ram, but her ID was issued in Ramalla, and that she must pass because her child was about to finish nursery school and would be waiting for her to come and pick him up. That morning she had urgently gone to Ramalla to visit her mother in the hospital, and now she must get back. She was desperate. The soldier would not relent: We called the army’s ‘Humanitarian’ center, and the ‘Moked’, who said they would try to see what could be done. We kept on hoping she might use moments the soldier was not attentive and just pass. It was raining heavily and it seemed she might be able to pass unnoticed, but she didn’t seem to consider that. Finally there was a different soldier, so we pleaded, explained, while all this time we were all getting wetter and wetter, especially the woman who wouldn’t accept our offer of an umbrella.Finally the soldier (the different one) said ‘I wish they would throw this checkpoint away’ (said it and meant it) and let her through.