
Today’s the day we attempt to get into the West Bank. We have a good shot, but nothing’s guaranteed since the Israeli government has been turning away many foreigners who work for NGO’s or who may be affiliated with the International Solidarity Movement. Therefore we make a conscious effort to not look like hippies. I borrow a nice shirt from Sherry and make-up from Sama. Intesar lets me borrow her suitcase. We are armed with official invitations from a church in Jerusalem and have been coached on what to and what not to say.