Beginning of last week, the teacher told us that the final term exam would be on Wednesday, but today, she changed her word and we took the exam today. The other students were a bit mad but I was OK because I know one day would not make any difference to me.
After class, I wanted to visit the Rachael’s tomb. When I googled a few days ago, one of the result webpage said that the Israel Authority would not allow anyone to walk there, so I must use a vehicle. But I just thought I would try.
So after the class, I walked to the Checkpoint because the Rachael’s tomb is the other side of the separation wall. When I was walking on the Hebron road near the separation wall (checkpoint was still far), I saw about twenty boys were on the road. They looked like middle school students. They put a lot of garbage and stones on the road and blocked the traffic, and they were yelling at the cars when they tried to pass. I was just walking on the sidewalk, and when I almost passed them, suddenly the boys came to me and pushed me roughly, yelling something I don’t understand. Someone told me later that the boys were protesting against Israel. But I don’t get it. How can it be a protest against Israel when they block the traffic illegally with bunch of garbage and stones on the pavement, and yelling at the drivers? All the drivers are Palestinians because this is Area A where no Israelis present. And how can it be a Protest against Israel when they yelling at and threatening a foreign tourist? Bunch of adults were on the sidewalk in front of their shops, but nobody tried to stop the boys bullying a tourist. The boys got more and more rough with they pushing, and I reached my limit, so I thought I would kick and punch, and beat a few of them.
At that time, I heard two familiar sounds – the shooting of the tear gas. I was protesting a lot when I was college student in South Korea, so I am very familiar with tear gas. With the hat that Hannah bought me in Chicago, I look very much like a tourist even from afar. And the Israeli soldier on the watch tower saw me surrounded by the angry Palestinian boys, and they shot two tear gas cans towards me and the boys. The Palestinians boys all ran away in a blink. When I looked up the Israeli watch tower on the separation wall, the soldier waved at me. And his waving made it clear that he shot the tear gas for me. What I do not understand is where the hack are the Palestinian police officers? They are responsible for the safety and the order of the society in Area A.
When I finally walked to the Israeli checkpoint, I met Hamdi, the father of the hosting family. So he became my guide in the checkpoint. The walking checkpoint was huge, and it is like a maze. But I was OK because I was with him. Even though he has a Israel entering permit, he cannot drive there. So he parked near the checkpoint, and cross there walking, and get a bus after the checkpoint. While George Filmon, McCormick’s January tour guide, can drive both sides because he is an Israeli Palestinian.
After the checkpoint, there is an initial gate for the Rachael’s tomb. There were two girl soldiers, and they told me that they cannot let me walk in because it is dangerous. I asked them if I had to get a bus or taxi here (there is a Egged bus from Jerusalem Central Bus Station coming to the Rachael’s tomb). The girls were very kind and nice to me, so I also told them that they are cute and pretty. They became so happy, and we talked and laughed about ten minutes. Then there was a car coming. The girls stopped the car, and let them give me a ride.
After we got there, I asked them if they want me to pay for the ride, and they answer me back, “English No.” So I didn’t pay. And before I went inside, I asked a lady in front of the building if it is the Rachael’s tomb just to make sure of it. And she did not understand, so I said “Rachael’s tomb” a few times and very slowly. Then she asked me back, “Bathroom?” Then I thought that the Rachael’s tomb must be “Kaber Ra-hel” in Hebrew, and that was right. And of course, the entrance is separated by Warriors and Women.
There were lots of Jewish people wearing the thick black coat, and a Jewish guy wearing casual with just kipa guided me and took the pictures of me there.
This is the actual (but no evident except tradition) tomb or coffin of Rachael, the beloved wife of Jacob or Israel. Even though Jacob loved Rachael more, I think God loved Leah more. After all, she is the mother of tribe of Judah, and the grandmother of Jesus and David. And she is buried with her husband while Rachael is lying alone.
One common thing of Islam and Judaism is that they always tell the direction, and pray towards there – Mecca for Muslims, Jerusalem for Jews.
This is the parking lot at the Rachael’s tomb. The pavement on the right of the picture leads to the bigger parking lot. The other day I complained about the shape of the separation wall when I visited the Palestinian side of the separation wall. And I realised that was for the Rachael’s tomb. No Palestinians are allowed to the Rachael’s tomb. I got another ride back to the gate. The kind Jewish guy helped me to get a ride too. When I got to the gate, the two girls were still there, and we talked and laughed a little more. Then I walked back home from the checkpoint, taking about hour and forty minutes. When I told my hosting family that I walked from the checkpoint, they were very surprised and told me that they’ve never seen anyone walking that distance.
I posted two photos of my leg and foot with the (mosquito) bites. Since that day, I used the electronic mosquito repellent, but still I get lots of fresh bites. And when I was writing this blog, I felt my arm bitten, and caught this. Is it a mosquito? It is very small – a quarter size of the mosquitoes in Chicago. Maybe that is why they can come through the bug screen on the window. But two more nights in this house, and a night at the airport. So I will be OK.