'Azzun 'Atma, Sun 24.5.09, Morning
07:20 Many workers are sitting on the wall beyond the checkpoint, waiting for the vehicles that will transport them to their workplaces. The checkpoint is empty. Only three people go through in the course of 20 minutes.
One of the workers waiting for a ride approaches to tell us about the Palestinian’s troubles. We’re aware of them, but it’s hard not to get furious again each time we hear about them. He points to the west and says: "The land you see here are mine. I haven’t any way to get to them freely. Every three months I have to get a permit to go to them, and even then I have endless difficulties. Usually the permit to enter the lands is given to people who aren’t capable of working them – the elderly, women. He says: When 8 people on your side fell ill with swine flu all of you got upset, but no one cares about the terrible sickness of 60 years of occupation". We, of course, can only stand there ashamed, unable to reply.
08:40 We left.