ABSTRACT
When we look out of our window in Haris, parallel to the settler road there is a flattened dirt road that grows with time as more of our neighbors’ olive trees are cut. The Army claims to be expanding the settler road; other officials claim that they are digging to build a new water system. But there is a sinking feeling of disbelief in all of us, an understanding that this is probably the beginning of the Wall in our village.
