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Cold, Snow and Damages - Erella's Report form South Mt. Hebron
Another Thursday (12.12.2013)
Snow and thunder storms happen in our world. In cold areas, state and people are well prepared for them. In warm areas, like here in the Middle East, they are less prepared. Such a storm has now reached us. The media is working full steam, of course, to report and also to stimulate viewers' impulses and fuel their anxieties, all for the sake of rating. We, who know the gap between media and reality (not only when weather is concerned) decided to go to South Mt. Hebron, as we do every Thursday.
Ten minutes after passing Sansana checkpoint the snow started piling. We reached the steep dirt path going down to Mufaqra. The path was so covered with snow, we couldn't see its sides, and the entire village was concealed by heavy fog.
I called Sausan's mobile phone.
"We are a minute away from you," I said.
"What are you doing here today," she asked, astonished.
"We came for our weekly visit. We thought that if you can live here in such a storm, we can visit you in such a storm. It's just that we are not certain we should go down the snowy path, even with Danny's 4x4 jeep," I replied.
"Don't risk it," she said, her voice choking with emotion, moved that we arrived there at all.
We headed towards Susiya. The entrance to the village is shorter and not as steep as the entrance to Mufaqra. There was no fog in Susiya so we could see the damages. Tents flew and even a portable toilet, that is a bit more solid, fell on its side. This fog-less visibility (in more ways than one) made it possible for us to also see the houses of the Jewish settlement Susiya standing stable and heated, a short distance from the place where some of the families heated their tents with a wood stove ("Soba" in Arabic) letting out the smoke through a chimney. Some of the families warmed themselves around a campfire they made inside their tents, the smoke so stifling that they had little choice – freeze or suffocate. The children were quiet and crowded near the fire. It was cold. Very cold.
In another tent, where a newborn baby was napping, a fire was not lit and all the tent's inhabitants spent their time under a heap of blankets. Everyone, with all the kinds of tents and all the ways of heating, were busy trying by every possible mean to block the leaking from the tents' sheets, or in the walls of the portable constructions given to them by UNRWA and other aid agencies (usually after their tents were demolished for constituting a grave security threat to the very existence of the state of Israel).
Until 1967 (Occupation year) the residents of South Mt. Hebron lived in caves. In Susiya,since the destruction of many caves (for allegedly constituting a security risk) tents substituted the caves (other building is forbidden here), and the hand of the occupation demolish them too, every other day. But at the end of this month, on the very same day of Jesus's birthday, the people of Palestinian Susiya will finally receive a compassionate answer to their plight. They won't have to suffer anymore from the cold, the storms and the snow – the entire village stands to be demolished – by the Ruler's orders.
Suddenly I remembered that when I was 9 years old, in Haifa, my mother came from Jerusalem, where my father was hospitalized, and said: "Dad is not suffering anymore." I asked, happily: "So when is he coming home?" "He will not be coming home," said Mom. "Your father is dead"…
These were my thoughts today, when I was visiting, as I do every Thursday for the last ten years, my good friends in Susiya.
On behalf of the Villages Group