Barta'a-Reihan, Tura-Shaked

06:05 Barta'a-Rihan checkpoint 

 "When you are here, all is well. Yesterday you were not here – It was not good". In front of me there is a stream of men rushing with their belts in their hands, struggling to thread it back into the pants, while running in an attempt to catch their ride to work. A young fellow tells me that he works in a factory at Shaked. He earns 15nis per hour. He asks whether the work laws do not apply to his employers at Shaked? Is Shaked Israel or not?

I hear more and more, Please come. All days not only yesterday were bad (I'm embarrassed, gratitude? For what?)

Another person stops bye and tells me that he works at Harish, in building the new city. He does not complain, on the contrary; He holds a job, and he wishes that it would continue:" For us there is no work and no means to make a living. I wish we would be friends, It is possible".

They say there are many more people inside the terminal.

7:00 I leave