Jaba (Lil), Sun 17.11.13, Afternoon

Translator: Charles K.

Here’s how they use the dogs:

1. A vehicle from the Oketz unit parks next to the checkpoint. Soldiers descend from the pillbox and erect a barrier. The dog handler, a female soldier, instructs them which vehicles to stop.

2. The victim must get out of the vehicle, stand to one side and watch his property be appropriated for military purposes:

3. The dog is brought inside, outside and all about:

4. The dog handler notices the camera, says she’s classified, like a pilot, and orders the soldiers to prevent me from photographing her:

5. Tomer, the commander, ordered me not to photograph the dog handler, who’s like a pilot.

But I don’t discriminate by gender, rank, unit or specialization – I photograph all of them, every one, every single one, each and every one – that’s what I tell them and will keep telling them whenever I meet them here.

They assigned a soldier who stood next to me for an hour, much too close, to hide the dog handler from me and my camera, during which time three victims were inspected:

After they’d merged into the eastbound traffic, the fourth victim was stopped.

The man who was required to leave his vehicle saw us and shouted [in English]: “They searching me!”

Perhaps he understood that we (and not they) hear and see him – and at this place, at this moment, in this situation - what more could he ask?