Translation: Tal H. 

At Sha'ar Shomron Checkpoint (entry to West Bank some distance east of the "green line") there are no detained "illegals". The hunter-soldiers sit as usual in their black tent on the road a bit further, and we wonder where they hide them now.

At Tapuach-Zaatara Junction Checkpoint – no waiting lines and hardly any cars.
The army's concrete walls and fences – from where we are repeatedly ordered away by soldiers who say this is "closed military area" – are covered with posters announcing colonists/settlers' activity for Independence Day. Not only the passers-by are subjected to the extreme right's political propaganda, but the soldiers as well. Some tidbits:

"… Together we shall grow strong in our faith in our inalienable right over this land… Celebrating Jewish independence at Homesh… Since Hanukkah of last year the Honesh and Sanur group together with "Honesh First" leaders they have opened the campaign of return to the dismantle settlements. Missions persist in these returns, and in the nine past months yeshiva students as well have taken part in this campaign. Some of the activist families have joined the members present at the site last month…" Tel. 0528-903769.

Another poster calls for resisting government policy (photo to be attached).

Huwwara Checkpoint

commander – second lieutenant P., DCO representative – sergeant T.,

MP officer – second lieutenant L.

15:30 – the market inside the taxi-park is flourishing. Potted plants and flowers, fruit (great loquats), vegetables, soft drinks and sweets, befitting a place that sees thousands of passers-by daily. But the people – says our old friend the coffee vendor – don't come. And if they do, they don't even have the money for a cup of coffee. The economic situation is desperate and people who don't absolutely have to go out, simply stay home.

3 checking posts, waiting lines ruler-straight all the way to the end of the shed. MPwomen shouting ID numbers towards the left-hand post, the only one with a complete list of wanted ID numbers. The lists may not be duplicated, explains the checkpoint commander, it's a security issue. But screaming the numbers out – no security hazard in that… And they do scream, along with the noisy turnstiles and the loud invitation "Come along," "One by one…"

A youngster is ordered into the concrete cubicle and is released after a short conversation with the commander. Another wearing a coat is ordered to bare his whole upper body. A young man carrying binoculars is sent to a special security check at the third post and released only after explaining what that suspected object might be. A man exiting the line with heavy plastic bags says "They give us a hard time", showing us the fresh garlic bunch, boxes with house wares and clothes, resenting the time he wasted standing in the full side-line and the trip he had to make to the x-ray truck and back. Women too are sent to the x-ray truck, while criteria are not obvious, for some are sent there and others are not. A young woman, her face bandaged, walking with difficulty and leaning on her mother, seems about to collapse any moment. A man carefully arranges his things on the checking counter: a pen, a watch, a belt, the contents of his pants pockets, a handkerchief, a telephone, reading glasses, sun glasses… At the side line, a soldier empties a large bundle carried by an elderly woman wearing traditional village garb.

15:50 – the lines are halted. A soldier beyond the turnstiles points his rifle at the people waiting, while the woman soldier takes a drink of water and chats with her mates. After about 10 minutes, the checks are resumed as well as the shrieks "One by one… Come along now… Slow down, take out your earphones!!"

Men at the turnstiles say they have been waiting for half an hour. Since the lines are not terribly crowded, movement is relatively swift. The MPwoman sings (sounds more like a parody of singing) and her mates join her, in between shouting ID numbers… A young man wishes to go over to the other side of the checkpoint in order to pick up 4 cell phones from someone without waiting for an hour in line afterwards. We direct him to the DCO representative and the operation takes exactly half a minute.

16:00 One checking post is closed. Two waiting lines now crowd together, will evidently take more time. The male soldiers join the merriment of the MPwomen, singing loudly and laughing hysterically, while the Palestinians don't really get the point. A youngster wearing a khaki belt catches the soldier's attention, and although the metal detector does not bleep, he is required to remove his belt and show it to the commander. The latter examines it carefully and returns it to its owner.

 pedestrians exiting the checkpoint are down to a trickle and we left to stop in Huwwara village and buy the sweetest local Baklawa to take away some of that awful checkpoint aftertaste.

16:40 – Awarta – 4 trucks waiting in line. No detainees, the Palestinian in charge of the line says: "Today everything's fine".

Beit Furik Checkpoint – 16:50 –
Before we even get to our observation point, the CP commander O. warns us not to pass the concrete ledge line and if we have any questions, to summon him and only him.

Pedestrians exiting Nablus are checked on the road. They arrive in taxis in groups of 4-8 persons. Some of the men are required to raise their shirts. Whoever comes from Beit Furik
, bound into Nablus, must make noises so that the soldiers notice them, standing with their backs in their direction. Waiting time is brief.

17:10 – a line of about 20 men, women and children has accumulated. Almost no cars inbound, short waiting time for cars outbound.

17:30 – we left.