Al Hadidiya – Exploitation of water resources in the Jordan Valley

A moving van.
Jerry cans slamming at every dip on the road.
The traditional headdress on the head.
Abu Saqr sets off to supply with water his family and livestock.
First checkpoint.
He stops.
Document check.
He takes off again.
A second, a third checkpoint.
Again.
Soldiers approach him, inspect the vehicle, check the barrels one by one, scrutinize his face.

Firing zone and military training

Amira opens her eyes. It’s night, but somebody is screaming outside those four walls that she calls home.  It’s a cold night of December, the blankets wrapped her as a bundle, when she sees the front door opening with violence.
Amira knows those faces. She meets them every day, on the road to school, in the nearby valleys, near the outpost which is a few meters from her house. She knows those soldiers who are screaming at her and her sisters, yelling at her mother and grandmother to get up. They are looking for weapons, something they have lost during the day, and now accusing the Palestinians to have hidden in their homes. Behind the soldiers, her father tries to take them away, while her mother is looking for something to cover her head. There, in the room where the women have always slept, Amira was never afraid. Never, before that night.
The soldiers are searching for something. They are looking among the blankets, inside the few furniture, even inside the teapot in which Amira prepares the tea for her grandmother every day.

South Hebron Hills - Demolitions

It’s a day like any other. After the breakfast around the fire, Aissa runs away with the backpack on his shoulders. He is lively as usual. Like every morning, he has the gift of gab and his voice keeps other children company in their way to school.
The bell is ringing. Aissa joins with his classmates in the classroom. Holding a pen, ready to follow the lesson, he smiles at the teacher. His legs are struggling to stay still, dangling from a chair too high for his small stature.
Once the lessons ended, Aissa runs home, already looking forward his freedom during the afternoon.
But what awaits him that day is sadly different from usual.
His shining eyes leave space to a lost look, confused. His backpack falls down from his shoulder.
His house is gone. And in its place, a heap of rubble.

Wadi Auja - Access to land

Despite the storm which it seems to be falling, Mariam undaunted takes her flock and leaves her four children to their bigger sister. She really needs a breather from the screams of her spitfire and barefoot children. She walks toward Wadi ‘Auja with her little girl of few months in her arms. She has a beautiful smile.
She arrives in the valley where the shepherds of the area are going with their flocks. Not a kilometre further there is Omar Farm, the illegal outpost from where all the problems are coming.
The sky becomes clearer. Other shepherds are arriving, assembling to drink a tea.
Then something come to spoils the bucolic atmosphere.
The soldiers are coming.  
The women exchange a look, almost to give each other strength, while the soldiers are coming down from the jeep. They don’t seem worried, indeed it’s seems that they want to remain.