So I'm back at the Hebron apartment. I was kind of disappointed to learn I'm going to the orphanage tonight instead of sleeping in my "own" bed (interesting how fast things can become "home" here.) Marius and Tarek appear to be all right. As is the case with lots of stories here, we initially got some details wrong with the killing in Beit Ummar. It was a 17 year old boy, not a 13 year old, and one report has him painting the house with his father and another has him throwing stones. Marius said that Beit Ummar elders intervened pretty forcefully. Crap.

I wrote a blog entry on Thursday, June 26, but then a perfect storm of things that had to be attended to immediately broke out (I've actually never understood what that term meant.) I am in Rehovot right now, visiting Michael's friends from college, Victor and Sophie, and was planning to submit an amusing entry today about the chaos of several accompaniment requests. Tarek, our project support coordinator and the plumber all arriving at the same time, but I called the team in Hebron to alert them that an At-Tuwani team member was coming for a day off,