ABSTRACT
Today a few of us went to visit a Bosnian woman whom my colleague had picked up from the airport a few days ago. The woman’s husband, a Palestinian businessman, was not allowed to go to meet her himself simply because he lacks the right ID. On our way home, we met Ayman, our neighbor who has a modest gas shop on the road near our house. He said the Army had come to tell him he had one week to get the proper papers for his shop from Qedumim settlement or they would take it away. But a few days later—well before the one-week deadline—the Army arrived unannounced and destroyed the shop. Ayman said he had every intention of going to get the paperwork by the given date, but the soldiers were not interested. We can see the remains of Ayman’s shop from our office window—nothing but a tired metal frame and a small handwritten sign now crumpled and torn on the ground. Ayman still sit’s there every day with his dog the way he used to, but his means of supporting himself are now gone.
