Translation: Tal H.

Tapuach-Za'tara junction Checkpoint – no waiting lines

Yitzhar-Huwwara Road Junction checkpoint – unmanned

15:10 – Huwwara Checkpoint

Weather clear and very cold. DCO representative – R. – is sheltered inside the vehicle checking post shack; we did not meet the Checkpoint Commander;

sniffer-dog present in its cage near the vehicle checking post.

Pedestrian waiting lines proceed slowly – men lining up in impeccably straight single files all the way to the back of the shed.

4 soldiers check the vehicles exiting Nablus, one at a time. Two MPs, tall and determined, a triangular black band on their sleeve, deliver a speech to the driver or one of the passengers, usually the youngest looking one – a monologue the content of which we were unable to hear, but the hand gestures and body language as well as the Palestinians' response was unmistakable. No doubt the exchange is irrelevant to the check.

A Palestinian requesting to speak to the DCO representative is countered by one of these MPs with "Don't watch us. Go away!"  He also growled at one of us who stopped to talk with those exiting the turnstiles (after the checks): "Honey, move along, don't mix with them!" (Literally.  NOT  'don't interfere').

Our guest, on her first encounter with checkpoint sights, remarks that the place looks like a livestock corral, and the people like sheep led to the shearing.

Back at this Checkpoint just before 6 p.m., it was already empty of pedestrians.

One detainee – 18 years old – inside the concrete cubicle. He is from Beit Furik and has been inside for half an hour, he says. We reported to the army hotline.

16:20 Beit Furik Checkpoint

DCO representative – T.;

Yellow flags announce to us that The Night Predators Company of the present Golani infantry brigade (Gideon Battalion) mans the checkpoint. Two such predators pounce on us upon our arrival as we cross the road towards the concrete blocks (our usual observation post) and forcefully demand that we stay standing by our car. "Only there, or we shut down the checkpoint". We refused. The commander, a sergeant, called them back to the checking post and asked us "not to interfere".

The DCO representative tells us of two boys from Beit Furik – 16 and 17 years old – who have been detained in the cubicle for over an hour. And we do notice the tops of their heads above the locked iron gate. The cubicle is tiny, it can hardly contain two persons standing, let alone sitting. What is their crime? The patrol caught them in the fields near Yitamar colony throwing stones. Their fathers stand with us, refusing to accept the army's version. The two were indeed in the fields, but certainly did not throw stones. At whom?? Perhaps they cleared a plot of stones. Anyway, they cannot possibly be guilty of the charge. Naturally this was of no help whatsoever. The DCO rep. lets a relative speak with the detainees. He also volunteers to untie their blindfold. Why are they blindfolded? That's what the Company Commander decide. They also arrived with their wrists nearly blue from the pressure of their cuffs – this we were told in parentheses – and the DCO rep. released a little bit. But now they are cuffed again. We complained to the army hotline – why cuff them if they are locked up in a concrete cubicle with an iron gate?? The answer – no less absurd than the whole situation – was: "They endanger the soldiers". When we insisted, we were told that "This is what the company commander decided." No one thinks down here, nor up there, that this company commander, a twenty-something year old soldier exaggerates or makes a mistake and how this affects a group of soldiers at the checkpoint. This really is of no interest to anyone, not even those who have been recently asking themselves, 'where did we go wrong'…

The DCO rep. leaves at 17:20. One of the two fathers has the DCO phone number  and he calls in an attempt to conclude the episode or receive some information about his son's prospects in the matter. The DCO HQ don't find anyone to speak Arabic to the man, but promise to get back to him within 10 minutes. This promise was not met.

At the army hotline he does find an ear and offers all the details required of him. But still he gets no answers.

All this time – a lively stream of pedestrians returning home from Nablus and faced with the soldiers' aggressive and snide tones: "Go on, go on, I can't bear you any longer!" screeches the woman soldier inside the ID checking booth. People report that yells and humiliations are routine in the past few days.

In the vehicle checking line – a special checking method: the driver leaves his vehicle about twenty meters away from the soldiers, approaches them, hands them his ID, is instructed to stand spread-eagled against the concrete block. The soldier taps his body up down and sideways all over. We are told that even an old man was checked this way, and only after the DCO rep. intervened, this was stopped.

17:45 – we left to get back to Huwwara. The detainees are freezing inside the cubicle, probably waiting for the civilian police that, as usual, is taking its time. The sun has long since set, it is bitter cold and dark, and the hour of the night predators is here.

(For general reference: The Golani battalion 13 (Gideon) has an auxiliary company named Wild Beasts and two combat companies named Night Predators and Silent Apes. In the past, instead of the combat companies, there was a rifle company in this battalion named Satan's Messengers. We cannot help wondering, shocked, at the choice of such violent appellations and ask ourselves what is it that is so outrageous in the soldiers' brutal conduct.)