As my time here is drawing to a close, I have taken one last ride to IPCRI close to the checkpoint to Bethlehem to meet the people there. I took an Arab sherut taxi, as was my custom last time I was here, only that today, the atmosphere was of course different. The people at IPCRI told me they are planning a very large conference on peace education in November of this year, a joint Israeli-Palestinian-International one, which is great; however, especially the Palestinian academics are very much afraid of attending since they may easily be accused of collaboration with Israel if they do. On the way back, again on a sherut, we had to stop for a passport control, me of course being waved through as usual, but everybody else on the bus, young men presumably looking for work in the city, had their names written down by the police. It is a humiliating scene, really, which I will take back with me as one of my last impressions from this torn country. Sitting on the sherut, listening to Arab news which were concerned with - well, there's not much choice these days, is there - the trouble up north and in Gaza, I would have liked to talk to my fellow passengers about how they feel about all this, but couldn't since my Arabic is much worse than their English, and their English still isn't enough.