I went through the Qualandia checkpoint this morning to get from the West Bank to Jerusalem. Narrow cattle like bars and waiting for the flash moment when you can move through locked turnstile led to a metal detector for your bags and person – like airport screening but dirty and degrading. On the other side of the metal detector a man pressed his ID papers up against the glass for the soldiers’ approval. Another gave his finger to the electronic fingerprinting machine. A mother passed through with her young child and the buzzer went off. The soldiers behind the glass told her to take off her shoes and put them on the conveyor belt. With only stockings on her feet she walked across the dirty floor and through the metal detector one more time.