Last week,I began to discover the infamous West Bank. Wednesday,on my last day of the “Sukkot holidays”, me and my friend Spencer were going to Hebron. Hebron is – after Jerusalem – probably the most important religious city in the “Holy Land”. It is important for all 3 Religion “of the book”. Furthermore it is a political hotspot. But first things first. Its religious importance is due the “Cave of the Patriarchs“, or HaMachpela, the second holiest site of Judaism after the Temple Mount. The reason for that is easy to find: Adam and Eve are supposed to be burried here,also Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and their wifes(Sarah, Leah and Rebecca). Furthermore the entrance to heaven has to be somewhere here…but I couldnt find it… Because of a massacre of the radiacal Jewish settler Baruch Goldstein, who killed 29 praying Muslims in 1994, the Machpela, a cave with a huge Building as enclosure, was separated in a Jewish part (about a quarter of the building) and a bigger Muslim part. Christians are allowed to enter both sites. The tomb of Abraham, adored by all 3 big religions, is a chamber with windows to both sides. Sad reminder of the conflict: Next to the tomb, between the two windows, a bullet proof glass is installed, to avert shootings. Something separating even in the tomb of the common forefathers, how symptomatic!

The Machpela in August
I was first in Hebron in August, with a Activity from the University(and of course, like all buses which go to the West Bank, in a bullet-proof (Panzerglas) bus with lots of bullet marks), and we visited the Jewish part of the Machpela and met some of the Jewish settlers here. They also showed us a memorial of a 7-year-old killed by an Arab snipper. Jewish history in Hebron is fascinating and controversial: like most cities here it had been conquered a lot of times, and the Jews which always tried to live here had been treated differently, sometimes bad, sometimes more tolerant, but always special, like Jews all over the world. In 1929, a Arab massacre drove the Jews away. Jews could not get to their second most important side (as well as they could not go to their most important one, the Wailing Wall/Klagemauer). One year after the 6-day war, in which Israel occupied the West Bank, a few Jewish settlers rented a Hotel in Hebron and they just refused to leave again. Today Hebron is a divided city. About 800 settlers live under the protection of around 1000soldiers (for both I heard different numbers) and surrounded by far more than 100.000 Arabs. A lot of Israelis and soldiers are not happy that these settlers are living their, and there are a lot of incidents and clashes.
So when we had been there the first time, I went into an Arabic souvenir shop and got into a great English-Deutsch-Ivrit-Arabija conversation with the 50-year shop owner. We agreed that I will come back on my own lateron with the Arab busses.
This is what I did last week. So we started at Damaskus gate in East Jerusalem, went to the wall, crossed the checkpoint by foot, walking alongside the wall, and bargained with the Arab taxi drivers at the other side, in Bethehem (I’ll go back there on Christmas). After a long and complicated travel with lots of funny or grotesque moments, we came to Hebron. There we first visited the Arab site of the Machpela, which is amazing and which is – surprise – the first mosque I have ever been in. I like the carpets all over the floor and the praying “rooms” (Gebetsnischen) in direction to Mecca, and the Arabic signs all over the place.
Then we went to Munier, the “schuq” owner and had a long and interesting conversations about politics, history and the situation in Hebron. Of course he gave us the Arabic view of things, which has – of course – other facts and truths than the Jewish view. We also got a lesson in recognizing a good Hooka/water pipe and bought a beautiful one…unfortunately Spencer succeeded to break the glass of it already on our way back to Jerusalem…
Since it was Sukkot, there also were a lot of Jews around, and there were also a lot of incidents in this week.There was also a big garbish container burning, which gave kind of a eery atmosphere to the whole atmosphere, surrounded by dozens of soldiers.
For our way back home, we took the Jewish bus of the orthodox Jews, which was pretty cool, to be the only “normal” pesrons in a bullet-proof bus with around 50 orthodox people with their traditionel clothing(I will write about them in some point).
Late at night we got back and made plans for our next Westbank trips to Jericho and Ramallah, which I will tell about soon…West Bank Week – Part 1: Hebron