Day 8 - Good Boredom
Today might have been my first truly boring day, which I don’t mean in a bad way. Boring is best. Boring is life without settlers. I woke up around 9:00 a.m. It’s hard to sleep long into the day because it gets hot once it’s bright out and the flies come with the sun. Some of the kids here kept taking stuff that belonged to M and I and not giving it back. One of them grabbed a book I had given to others to practice English writing and threw it at his little brother’s head. They also got into the habit of shouting “mustawtin” when there’s no settlers or stealing our flashlight and shining it a little too close to the settlement. Just like with the toy gun, it feels a bit dangerous to me, but it’s not my job to judge.
More settler activity today, but nothing dangerous or out of the ordinary. There’s been a lot of cars driving up the hill, including a “settler security” vehicle. It makes me a bit uneasy, especially since there’s more cars going up than down, and it’s already dark out, but the family seems calm (as far as I can tell). If nothing happens, you won’t hear about it. May the night be quick and boring, inshallah.
A small group of settlers taking their sheep to graze on Palestinian land.