Jordan Valley: The Settlers' green acres across from the Palestinians' desert

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',Rachel A., two activists. Translation: Danah Ezekiel

Eyal Ofek and his friend, Yoha, arrived with a big car and a trailer cart.   We loaded everything I had accumulated in the last year + other things, and we are on our way to the Jordan Valley, intended for families from the northern region of the Valley.

The house was emptied of a large mass. And space opened up, touch wood, for new equipment that will surely arrive. I swear I won't pile up more.

Later in the day we visited a family in Duyuk north of Jericho, in the Auja area. A village of Bedouins who were exiled from the Ein Gedi area, in 1948 and during the years that followed. Today they are sitting at home. No longer nomadic, they still call themselves Bedouin from the Rashaida tribe..

Eyal helps a family whose daughter has a heart problem and is undergoing surgery in Israel. To this day not healthy but under good medical care.

I also met Umm Rashid, who stars in the  "Shepherds' accompaniers"  WhatsApp group as one of the "Shepherds".

Everyone loves Eyal and is happy that he came. We were greeted by  lots and lots of autumnal Sea squill  on the slopes of the mountains and the sides of the roads, shining with their white flowering columns before they blink out for winter. We saw the carpets of green belonging to the proverbial settler, in sharp contrast to the desert of the Palestinians.


In the Auja aqueduct towards Naaran, Palestinians and settlers bathed next to each other. without fighting.

We continued on the road that goes up north of Jericho towards the west which winds along the Wadi and the mountains. Lots of empty desert land and sometimes Bedouin camps. This was my first foray here. We took a walk in the Christian Taibeh, a beautiful village with 4 soaring churches and clean streets. You don't see a living soul. Most of them apparently bring money from outside and come to visit. There is a winery there that produces wine from local grapes and a famous brewery that also markets its beer in Israel and all over the world. We were in an ancient church from the Byzantine period, open to the sky and still in use, where rituals are still held including the slaughter of sheep, and the smearing of the blood on the walls.

From there we returned home on the Alon road which merges with road 55 to the east.

in short, I met two Israeli men who speak  the same “Occupation lingo” as do we. Haunted,  they’re willing willing to do a lot for the Palestinians.

At night, M told me about today's events in Farssiya, where a settler arrived with a tractor and plowed the land adjacent to their houses, claiming it was state land. Army and police arrived. Both were in favor of the settler.  M. said he had a conversation with the policeman who rudely told him to get out of here in so many words and without getting flustered. The era of Smotrich incarnate.