Har Shmuel, ‘Life Fabric’ Road, Giv’on Hakhadasha, Givat Zeev CP, Bitunia and Qalandiya

Since we had a guest and also because Ruth of our shift had never been with us to the first few places, we did some sightseeing first. There were neither workers nor employers near the concrete slabs obstructing the road to Bidu, at the entrance to the new settlement of Mount Samuel, across from Nebi Samuel where spacious villas are being constructed. There is now a double row of concrete slabs, the new one about fifty yards closer to the main road (443). From there we drove to the hidden dug-in ‘life texture’ road where our photographer Ruth got some good shots to illustrate how REAL apartheid works.
 

Then we visited the site of the fenced in house on the top of West Giv’on – one has to see it to believe that there actually exists a wicked mind who ordered the construction of the cage around the Palestinian house which unfortunately happened to be ‘in the way’ of the settlers. At the Givat Zeev CP which serves only construction workers in this region we saw workers who were returned by their employers and crossed back into the territories without any checking making us wonder again why people have to be checked when they exit Jerusalem via the Rachel passage (CP300). We had a peek at the newly renovated entrance to the Ofer Prison with its fancy flag on the roof and didn’t even leave the car at the Bitunia CP since it was totally empty.

On the way to Qalandia the line for the CP at the entrance to the Atarot Industrial Zone started at the turn-off before the major CP of Road 443. We counted about fifty waiting cars, mostly big trucks and walked over to the two BP-men who manned the temporary CP that is turning slowly but surely into a permanent one. We were told that because this is the time people finish working, there is more traffic, but that during the day it is slack. Needless to say all cars had Israeli number plates, but most of the drivers were Palestinians. The trucks drove into the Industrial Zone from where the workers either took a bus (so there must be a bus serving the school too (??); we will inquire) or their own cars to go home. The private cars proceeded to the Qalandia CP. We timed a wait of 20 minutes (and this is a few minutes BEFORE reaching the official Qalandia CP).

We parked near the traffic light (which was as usual on red) but the large ‘humanitarian (?)’ metal door opened and an army jeep exited – the traffic light remained on red. We passed on foot through the CP which now has a new sign stating that the road ‘leads’ to area A, which is forbidden to Israelis.
 

 This means that we can apparently drive until Semiramis and explore the ‘life-texture’-road from beyond Bir Naballa (we will find out). From the Southern side we could not see the crowds on the Northern side and had assumed that since it is late afternoon there wouldn’t be too many people. A mistake. The crowds are kept beyond the far fences and from within the CP one doesn’t see them. A novelty, which has been in operation only recently are the two ‘sleeves’; very narrow caged passages where only one person can sqwueeze through at the time before reaching the turnstiles.

The queue didn’t move and it turned out that one of the girl soldiers had left for a break half an hour earlier. As soon as we asked, a second post was operated and things started moving. But then apparently one of the soldiers thought that the wait had been too short and closed her post, which however was very soon reopened when it turned out that the other post had become too crowded. We noted that all people in line were in possession of blue Id’s. Those with Palestinian Id’s and work or humanitarian permits probably only pass in the morning. Nevertheless this didn’t prevent the girl soldiers from shouting at the crowds to move back, to approach one by one or threatening not to let anyone through unless a man agreed to put his mobile phone on the conveyor belt. The man lives in Issawiya and is a volunteer at Yad Sarah; he had talked to us while we were waiting in line. The wait had been half an hour.

The line of cars waiting at the impromptu Atarot CP had not yet shortened. We were stopped at the 443 Road CP after turning from the Atarot Industrial Zone; the soldier who stopped us, wondered what Israelis had been doing there and thought we might have taken a Palestinian with us.