So, I've been spending some time again in my beloved Tulkarem. It was lovely. Quiet. A lot of visits. Good food. No soldiers or settlers in the immediate vicinity (though the army was speeding through the city at night with jeeps). And more quality time with Guillaume.
Of course, it wasn't all bliss. On Thursday, I went with Khaled, a farmer from Deir al-Ghusun, to the Israeli District Civil Liaison Office (DCL) by the Ephraim terminal to get his permit renewed. His application had been rejected earlier in the day, but he told me that he sometimes has to apply up to five times before he's given a new permit. However, at the terminal, there were about hundred people in front of us. The queue was not moving at all and we didn't even get to enter the office building before they closed. So, he and the many other applicants will have to come back on Sunday to try again.
Of course, it wasn't all bliss. On Thursday, I went with Khaled, a farmer from Deir al-Ghusun, to the Israeli District Civil Liaison Office (DCL) by the Ephraim terminal to get his permit renewed. His application had been rejected earlier in the day, but he told me that he sometimes has to apply up to five times before he's given a new permit. However, at the terminal, there were about hundred people in front of us. The queue was not moving at all and we didn't even get to enter the office building before they closed. So, he and the many other applicants will have to come back on Sunday to try again.
Laaken, Tulkarem hilwe ktiir ktiir! Ana karmiyye. Daayman.
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