Abu-Dis, Wadi-Nar 31/3/2004 Watchers Chana G., Rahel W. (reporting) We went first to the hotel to see the “progress” of the wall. More twists and turns. Very soon, it will be finished. We crossed over the Pishpash gate and went straight to Wadi-Nar with our faithful driver. There was almost no traffic whatever at Wadi-Nar. A few ambulances went through in both direction, but otherwise, the closure was total. We were approached by two truck drivers from Hebron. They had been given permission to pass through yesterday and were now returning with trucks laden with milk and dairy products and vegetables. Soon, a huge milk container (Tara) appeared and was also waiting.We called several numbers to try to get permission for the food trucks to get through. While we were waiting for permission, a border police jeep came and ordered all the drivers, including our driver, to move. Our driver said that he was waiting for us, whereup he was thrown into the border police jeep (He later told us that one of the border police threatened to hit him, and he answered: I will give you what you want provided you behave “without hands”.)The border policemen then demanded information about us. We both refused to give it to them, saying, if they wanted to arrest us, they had to call the blue police. (I learned later that that was not correct). At that point, two of the soldiers stationed at the checkpoint (with whom we had had a long, pleasant conversation and very good relations) tried to intervene with the border police who, to put it mildly, were behaving like horses, asses!!! Meanwhile, our driver returned to us. I have no doubt whatsoever that had we not been there, he would have been pummled by the border police who were singularly revolting in their behavior. (They kept shouting, “we spoke to you nicely”.)Meanwhile we kept calling the DCO to try to get the food trucks through. The entire melee finally ended with the soldiers from the checkpoint trying to talk sense into the border police, our driver was released unharmed, and a later call to the DCO got the message that the food trucks were allowed to pass. (I hope that is so).It was an ugly, disturbing watch with a few sparks of light. The trucks might have gone through. Our driver got through it all safely, and at the Pishpash on our return, we were able to get a man (with a green ID) through to be with his wife and family in Ras al Amud who had been waiting for 2 hours.The number of the border police jeep that caused us so much trouble was 611122. The border policeman who caused us all the trouble refused to give us his name.