Today I went on a tour of the West Bank with Gadi, Suleiman, another poor sad heroic victim of terror ®, some tourists, a left-wing American in love with Revolution and a passel of loud-mouthed, chutzpanim, Arabic speaking, Israeli right-wingers. To call it interesting would be an understatement.
I will write more about this particular escapade later (I took lots of typed and recorded notes). but thought I would start your Shabbat off with a particularly surreal moment.
At the end of the event, Suleiman asked me to give him a lift to Pisgat Ze'ev where his brother was to pick him up. He made sure to show me his ishur (entry permit). (It is sort of like a certificate of kashrut, but for people instead of food.) He showed me the permit both in order to assure me that I was not engaging in any behavior that would incur the interest of the Shabak and so that I would have a better idea of the restrictions imposed on the Palestinian population. "I have it easy. Most of the Palestinians do not have this." Even with his relative freedom, he envied me Tel Aviv, he told me. "In Tel Aviv, you can just pick up and go where you want when you want. You do not have to think about it. We have to think about checkpoints and roadblocks and whether and how we can get in and out of places". For example, this morning, he told me, he was dropped off at the checkpoint at Pisgat Ze'ev, walked through, and was picked up by Gadi on the Israeli side. "I do have a car at home, but it does not have an ishur".
Me: Umm...excuse me?
Suleiman: I have a permit to enter Israel. But I could not get one for my car.
In other words, Suleiman is just fine, but his car is an enemy of the State.
All righty then!