An update on the path of the wall
So, in Egypt, they said, there was a revolution going on. Having watched the 25 days from the edge of a news-room seat, it was finally time to hop a bus south to Cairo, where heated debate about the nature of revolution seemed everywhere. Even on the walls.
When I came back into town all sweaty and dusty from flying a kite up by the separation wall, my kite-flying compatriot and I ran into an acquaintance, who had been to Bethlehem before, and was relatively well informed about the whole thing. When we said we’d been flying a kite at the wall construction site though, he said:
The first time I entered Bethlehem from what has come to be known as ‘checkpoint 300,’ I must say I got a bit nervous as to what might be on the other side. The infrastructure was absolutely massive.
Nosing around an abandoned caravan in a Jewish-only settlement in the occupied West Bank of Palestine — a settlement that was built on confiscated land and was once used to be home to a camp for lost boys, but had been closed down because of abuse allegations (right? wrap your head around that for a second) — I found a bright but dusty Charlie Brown book for kids.