Hebron. Every time, I am not prepared for it. As my friend Avner from Breaking the Silence once said to me, Hebron is like a constant absurdist play. Everyone plays their roles, every time.
Here’s a short video I tried to subtitle (it was hard to hear/understand exactly what they were saying, which simply adds to the overall poor quality of the footage- can we call it an artistic metaphor?) depicting something I witnessed this morning in Hebron. The portrait is of what is likely a mundane event for the people living in the H2 part of Hebron (including those stationed there for their army service); the fact that the event seemed so mundane was, in part, what made it so sickening: the simplicity and of course-ness of the ethnic segregation: