Ar Ram, Qalandiya 25.03.04 p.m. Observers: Limor Y, Tami B At Ar Ram, there was no problem making U turns when we arrived. When we returned, a border policeman shouted at a transit driver with yellow plates who tried to make the turn. Transits don’t even attempt to pass. We didn’t know if the regulations simply were not enforced previous, or if they haphazardly depend on the whim of the commander at the checkpoint. In the middle of the road, between the checkpoint and the intersection of Ar Ram there was a divider. There was a line of concrete barriers about a meter and a half high in place. We assume that this is setting the stage for the higher wall that will be put up there. Qalandiya. At three o’clock, a group of children arrived there for the first time. They were climbing on the hill, passing through the fence, and some of them reached the lane where the transits were parked and started throwing stones. The soldiers did not pursue them, and the children disappeared. About a half hour later, we heard shots from the west at a distance of about 200 meters from the checkpoint. At 4:00, the boys reappeared, climbing up, rolling a tire along the hill. This time, a jeep appeared, and after it, another. The children threw stones, the soldiers riled past them with rubber bullets, stun grenade and live fire (in the air). The children continued without fear. A person handed us two objects: one was a black rubber case, about a centimetre and a half in diameter in which was enclosed a metal cylinder. They hit a wall that he passed by. One of the porters brought us another pellet, heavier than the other, made from levels of thin rubber covering a metal ball. He told us that a while ago, a tear gas grenade hit his wagon. He then locked it in a store room and went home. The children, he said, worked in the market of Mahane Yehudah until the afternoon, and then get bored in the camp. They should set up a kindergarten for them on the hill, he suggested. The meanwhile, they got down from the hill, mingled with the group of travellers who were passing near the checkpoint, and waited for the jeep to arrive. The jeep turned in the opposite direction. Two of the “hunters” in the quarry returned with nothing. A row of workers looked at the soldiers (who were standing just meters away from the boys who had just thrown the stones) with scorn.