The Daily Life of Kawther Salam
Hell made in Israel
!st, July 2002

I called my Israeli friends for a help, I don't have money any more.
I can't survive in Israel. I'm illegal refugee!!
I can't return home in Hebron. All the ways closed.
Today, I collect my self for return.
I arrived Jerusalem, But there is no transportation to Hebron, to all other
cities in the West Bank.
I found another woman with her child in the age of 10 years,
She was asking in the main station about advise for return.
The drivers said, the only way, just to took "NO.11"!!
The woman was very simple, she asked, were she find this number!!
The drivers said, you can't find this number, you should walk on foot from
"Itzyon" to Hebron, walking through the villages, this is "NO. 11" we
meant!!

The woman was crying, she spend couple of days staying with people she
didn't know before!!
She said, I went to Jordan for treatment purpose, I access the Israeli
bridge. But when I arrived the Jordanian bridge, they asked me about the
access permit form the Jordanian Interior Ministry, when I told them I don't
hear about this before. They said, "we are sorry, we don't have your name
here on the list of the passengers!!

The woman continued crying, she said, that since she returned from the
bridge she don't find her way to Hebron, All the streets closed, all the
roads blocked, all the mountains occupied by the war tanks!!

The woman asked me if it possible to join her walking on foot through the
villages to Hebron!!
When I told her it will took us two weeks at the end unless we arrive, she
asked me, so what shall we do??
No answer, just to be patient, unless you die!!

I collected my self, with the recent of all the money I have, it's "50
Shekel", and I walked under the umbrella on my return to "Dina"!!
I access all the Israeli check points spread between East of Jerusalem and
West of Jerusalem, and no body stopped me!
i said to my self, "so I looked like all the Human being, Yes, I don't have
for legs, and long tail?? I'm walking on two legs, so the Police can't
identified me as a Palestinian"!!

I continued talking with my self in the street unless I arrived Tel-Aviv
Transit.
I sit alone, I drank some water, I remembered that "DINA LEE" prepared me
"Sandwich" at the morning, I found it in my bag.
I said, OK, I'm a Human being and I Should eat some thing. Maybe I don't
feel hungry, but it's the necessity to eat, "DINA", always said this!!

I was eating and thinking.
It's not easy to be identified in Israel, I looked like the Israelis, like
the human being, no body can even feel that I'm not Israeli, just me, I can
identify my self, and I don't feel that I am a human being while I am really
a human being!!
The occupation killed our human feeling, killed our hope our...??
I asked my self, what will happen if all the passengers in the transit can
read my thought, and know who I am, and how I feel in mid of them??!!

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