Today was about going to Gaza. It's not possible, not allowed and not wise and therefore very interesting to do.
Arriving at the checkpoint we were welcomed with a big sign:
Welcome to Erev Crossing Point
As at any checkpoint there is a big wall, discontinued by watch towers. In a little glass house sits a soldier with a microphone. He decides for who to open the gate. What is different here is that there is a huge building with UN flags behind the wall. And the silence. Most checkpoints are full of traffic, people in cars, on foot, going in and out, waiting in long lines. Here there is one family in a car. They push a luggage cart full of suitcases, boxes, blankets. With them is a little boy who apparently just had eye surgery. He holds tightly to his new toy.
Before us in line is an Irish guy. Tattoos, safari clothes, typical journalist. After some checking of the papers and waiting he passes and disappears into the building.
The family waits and waits and then turns around. All the boxes go back into the car and they leave.
When it's our turn we get a snappy 'no'. We sit a bit longer in the sun, in the awkward silence. The most dangerous place in the world? Really?
1 comment:
Hey Selma, really interesting to read your take on things! Back here it is our turn to work for Ordina these days...Just wanted to send some love from Rotterdam
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