I’d spent two days in Bethlehem exploring, getting to know some of the locals, learning about the history and trying to understand the complexities of Israel and Palestine. It felt like the people made to leave were being humiliated, it felt unfair to be sat on a bus as a visitor to the country while these people were questioned. I have never felt more uncomfortable in my life. The tourists got to stay seated on the air-conditioned bus while Israeli soldiers boarded, checked our passports and left. We got to a check point and every Palestinian was made to leave, forced to stand in the beating sun, have their papers checked and were questioned. I don’t remember much about the journey into Bethlehem a few days earlier, but the bus ride out is something that has and will stay with me forever. In early April back in 2014, I found myself on a bus from Bethlehem to Jerusalem.
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