Hebron, Sansana, South Hebron Hills, Sun 3.10.10, Morning

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Observers: 
Yael T. and Tal A. (reporting)
Oct-3-2010
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Morning

Translator:  Charles K.

 

07:30-10:00

Sansana-Meitar crossing

A few laborers were still crossing to the Israeli side when we arrived, but there were none waiting to be inspected.  The peddlers began packing up.  Two laborers seated next to their car asked us for help – they don’t know why their permits had been taken from them.  We gave them the phone numbers listed on the Machsom Watch information sheet.

Route 60

Flying checkpoints and soldiers at many locations along the way: on the road down to the west, next to Dahariyya, cars are being stopped to check license and registration.  Those we saw were released quickly.


At the southern entrance to Hebron
, which is blocked, we stop on the side of the road to watch.  A soldier starts toward us, but when we see that cars are released quickly we drive on.


There are soldiers at the kvasim junction (literally: Sheep Junction) and at the entrance to Bani Na’im soldiers stand on the roof of a house they took over in what’s called the "Almant kass" procedure (literally: “Grass widow” procedure -- meaning, in essence, that the military takes over an inhabited house for its own purposes, either ordering its inhabitants to leave altogether or allowing them limited living quarters within).

Hebron

There’s an army jeep parked opposite the entrance to Kiryat Arba also.  There’s a new security guard standing at the first entrance to Kiryat Arba (he says he’s already been there a year), a young man with a large kippah, doesn’t know about Machsom Watch.  We gave him a calling card, which he returned to us.  He insists on telephoning the police and makes us wait 20 minutes by the roadside.  Meanwhile he talks with us and asks about the organization (for example, why are there no male members).  At one point he says that we have to telephone the police and request an escort.  Fortunately, a police jeep passing by tells him to let us through.

Hebron is quiet, withdrawn and depressing as always.  Mostly settlers in the streets.  We stop at the grocery in Tel Rumeida.  Two Naha”l soldiers approach us, ask who we are.  One of them hadn’t heard of Machsom Watch.  They’re mainly want to know whether or not Muhammad has a blue ID card.  Despite what we tell them, one insists on checking.  They tell us they’re leaving Hebron, to be replaced by soldiers from the Kfir brigade.