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Thursday, November 01 Friday, November 02 |
Nowadays, the soldiers are very angry with me. After their officer,
Lieutenant Herzl,
left Hebron, they blame me and hold me responsible for
causing transfer for him because of my critical signs and reports I wrote
against him.
Finally, Colonel Weinberg decided to transfer Lt. Herzl but
he kept on his nice soldiers in Hebron to continue in his path,
harassing
me and avenging the transfer of their officer.
What a nice commander is
Col. Dror Weinberg!
He takes care for the innocent citizens of Hebron
under his authority.
He takes care to make their life comfortable, secure,
and like a small Paradiseas I live in my apartment with his soldiers.
No
electricity, no water, no TV. No telephone. In the middle of the garbage
and empty Coke bottles full of IDF-issued urine.
He blocked both entrances
to my apartment. Maybe Weinberg decided to send me a helicopter to pick me
up from my apartment or to return.
He knows how many serious settlers live
in my neighborhood. Always they attack me.
So once he decided to block
the way to my house, to transfer me from my place to another.
He
succeeded. But at the same time, he granted me a favor, the opportunity to
be abroad, and write on my experiences with these soldiers,
at the
university in Dublin. Really, I should thank him for this opportunity, and
excuse what happened to me by his soldiers.
I should excuse Officer Herzl,
too, because he already left Hebron.
And I hope the occupation will be
stopped and transferred very soon from the West Bank.
I'm willing to have peace, life for everybody, in this region, including my
nice soldiers who harassed me and caused psychological pain for me.
These
cute soldiers should return back to their families and live their life;
they should enjoy it instead of shooting and killing the people in the
occupied territories.
For noone deserves to continue killing each
other. We have enough land for everybody to live.
Our real enemies are
cancer, pollution, nuclear weapons, earthquake, these are our real enemies
and the government should understand this.
Palestinians and Israelis will
have one future in this area, and they should be neighbors.
The government
should prepare the situation for this and not for war and hate and
revenge.
They should stop the war and stop using our blood for propaganda
and political reasons. It's enough.
These are my words for both of them,
Israelis and Palestinians. This is my appeal.
Enough is enough. This war
should stop very soon. I'm leaving this area very soon.
And I hope the
occupation will get out from the West Bank very soon too.
Friday, 2nd November 2001.
I don't know if I can express my feelings about what happened between me and
the IDF soldiers during the last moments before I left Hebron.
Sometime it
is difficult for anyone to move deeply inside himself and talk about the
avoided and hidden ereas inside his heart.
Maybe it is easy for us to admit
something internal for ourselves than to talk about it in front of others.
Especialy if this matter conserning a Palastinian women and the Israeli
soldiers.
It was noon time when I finished my tour in Hebron. I had already said
good-buy to the kids and Hebronite people.
I was still near my apartement on
my way to leave Hebron when the soldiers staioned in the millitary post
"4-5" asked me politely to stop.
I asked them what's the matter and one of
the soldiers said: please wait a moment, the officer wants to see you and
one of the soldier started tallking on radio telphone with his officers.
I
walked few meters and I stopped in front of my appartement behaind the
blocked entrance with the barbed wire.
I was looking at the small peace
slogans I lefted behaind me with two flags, Israeli and Palestinians.
I turned back my face to identify the officer who visited me in my
appartement the 31st of October.
He came with other soldiers. He looked
different than before. he smiled like a child. I tried to turn my face to
the other side. But the officer walked and approached me.
He came to say to
me good-buy. He decided to make reconciliation with me before I leave.
We
talked together about nice things that nobody is intersted to know about it.
We were talking like friends. Other soldiers were serounding us very
quietly.
It was amazing meeting. The same soldiers who used to harasse me im my
appartement and the street came to say to "L'hitrot" (good-buy). There was a
sade expression on their faces. Even on the face of the officer who said to
me the day before that he will be very galde if I will leave Hebron.
I asked myself what happened. He was sade and not happy. I decided to cut
this love and hate, attractive and rejecting meeting. I left them.
The
officer was confused and he continued to stand in the same place until I
left.
I left Hebron while the last scenes from Hebron contined to accompany me
during my way to Tel-Aviv.
I understood that we are human beings that need
love instead of hate and occupation.