Awarta, Huwwara, Sun 3.8.08, Morning

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Observers: 
Edna L., Diza - reporting
Aug-3-2008
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Morning

Translation: Hanna K.

07:30 Za'tara:
There are no vehicles coming from the west. There are 24 in the queue coming from the north.

07:45 Awarta:
6 trucks at the entrance to Awarta. Quick checks. About 10 trucks and 4 cars in 2 separate queue at the exit from Awarta


08:00 Huwwara:
After Azzun Atama  the place seems to us for a split second almost like "America". But very quickly the phantasy evaporates. We are at a CP, under occupation, in a situation where people's legs are constrained and movements limited.
It is quiet at the CP. There are about 30 people at the turnstiles. From time to time vehicles burst forth from both sides. The movement to Nablus is lively.
The CP commander comes towards us - he noticed that we exceeded the blue line by one meter! He says: is it possible to ask you not to cross over the blue line?! Later, after we properly stood at our place, a staff sergeant came up to us to remind us that it was forbidden for us to cross over the line.
08:45 There are about 10 people at the CP.
A young girl turns to us in English: Do you see our suffering?
09:00 Soon the inspections at the CP will stop. I approach the commander and ask him whether I could ask him something. His reaction: No.
We find out that the interruption of the inspections is due to the resetting of the security officers' firearms. After the resetting is finished everything returns to its former activity.
09:15 We leave the CP.
09:30 We are at the falafel stand . There is a call through the loundspeakers: whose car is parked here? I go out, there is military police, they demand that I clear the place, that I park somewhere else. Why? This is a disturbance (I park at the margin of the road, I don't disturb anybody). When I ask where I am supposed to park the military policeman replies: You are not afraid of the Palestinians, so why don't you park at the village! (He means that I should park at the inner roads of the village). It must be pointed out that the policeman was very polite. He allowed me to finish eating my falafel before moving the car.