After a few days in Jerusalem, I join a small group of internationals although for now it will be just an introduction.
The first thing we do is to go on a trip. Today I saw the Apartheid Wall for the first time and it is really horrible. The wall we could see from this taxi was not as high as I had imagined, probably 'only' 5 or 6 meters.
The worse thing was the sensation of destruction around it. It looks as if the road is being built right now. I would later find out that in fact they are 'destroying' the road. After about five minutes of seeing rubbish on one side of the road and the wall on the other, the road goes away from the wall and on our left I see a kind of police control where each car is stopped for a short while and then let go. It is explained that people with an Israeli 'pass' can go through the control with no problem, but people without that pass (specially Palestinians) cannot pass through this control by car.
So the taxi stops and we have to walk to the other side of the control and take another taxi - provided there is one. We gather our belongings and we walk next to a fence.
There are soldiers everywhere checking out everyone; I look around me and a soldier grabs my attention. He is pushing a boy who seems Palestinian against the fence. He beats him several times and then he leaves him alone. The boy does not seem wounded and I continue walking; in fact no one seems to have noticed the small event.
More on
http://ana-en.blogspot.com/2005/11/palestine-20.html
The worse thing was the sensation of destruction around it. It looks as if the road is being built right now. I would later find out that in fact they are 'destroying' the road. After about five minutes of seeing rubbish on one side of the road and the wall on the other, the road goes away from the wall and on our left I see a kind of police control where each car is stopped for a short while and then let go. It is explained that people with an Israeli 'pass' can go through the control with no problem, but people without that pass (specially Palestinians) cannot pass through this control by car.
So the taxi stops and we have to walk to the other side of the control and take another taxi - provided there is one. We gather our belongings and we walk next to a fence.
There are soldiers everywhere checking out everyone; I look around me and a soldier grabs my attention. He is pushing a boy who seems Palestinian against the fence. He beats him several times and then he leaves him alone. The boy does not seem wounded and I continue walking; in fact no one seems to have noticed the small event.
More on
http://ana-en.blogspot.com/2005/11/palestine-20.html 
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