Tura checkpoint: Thanks to the breach in the fence, you get to work on time

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The North, 12.12.2021, Morning Marina B. and Ruthi T., Reporting Marcia L., Translation 06:10 - Tura-Shaked Checkpoint We were very early because we wanted to see the activity at the breach in the fence that is next to the checkpoint. Several peop
Dec-12-2021
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Morning

06:10 - Tura-Shaked Checkpoint

We were very early because we wanted to see the activity at the breach in the fence that is next to the checkpoint. Several people, with a cigarette and a cup of coffee in hand, the separation fences on both sides of the road Several people crossed quickly crossed the separation fences, from two sides of the road, with cigarettes and a cup of coffee in hand.  We greeted them with “Have a good day.”  Two hundred meters from here, at the turn to the Shaked settlement, a policeman stood, alone, looking like he was preying someone. He asked us to leave.

06:25 - Barta’a-Reihan Checkpoint

We went down the path for pedestrians, the sleeveinfo-icon (the enclosed pathway to the terminal) with a few workers who were still crossing the heavily invested checkpoint.  Only one wore a mask. According to them, they don’t have to wear a mask inside the terminal.  When we returned to our car, the man with the mask still running up the sleeve and complained that it this long road is very hard for him.  “Do something,” he requested.  In the truck parking lot, there was one loaded van. Continuing the way, Marina noticed many signs that had sprouted up everywhere, suggesting, on behalf of the Shomron Council, an emergency number to call.

We passed by Harmish Checkpoint only to prove that as usual, it was open and not guarded as it has been for a long time.  We were also overcome with joy at seeing the nurtured fields and vineyards and at the landscape which we can’t get enough of.

07:10 - Ya’bed-Mevo Dotan Checkpoint

The traffic flows without delay.  Around the ugly checkpoint--the fertile Emek Dotan prepares for rain.  When we returned, we stopped at Amricha, with S., “the Bedouin,” and left packages that accumulated in our car.  At the bridge above the road to Caffeine, for some reason, there was a military armored vehicle.

When we again passed Barta’a, we counted 11 cars for inspection.  The female security guard at the exit asked if we were reporters (Marina wrote in her notebook) and how our morning was.  We said we were indeed writers, but not for newspapers, thank you.  Yes, yes, she is familiar with Machsom Watch.

in the sides of the road to East Barta’a, many minibusses wait in an orderly fashion for Palestinians who cross via the breach in the fence, something that perhaps explains the relative quiet at the checkpoint.