“They said there are twenty-one kids,” my teammate Jessica told me.  She and I were sitting on Khoruba hill, waiting to finish what we call school patrol.  She had just spoken on the phone with our fellow CPTers in the village of At-Tuwani.  They were waiting for the Palestinian school children to gather after school ended, before the walk to their homes in Tuba and Maghayir al Abeed villages.  Our teammates had called to let us know that the Israeli military had arrived to escort the school children past the Israeli settlement of Ma'on and Havat Ma'on settlement outpost.  We could expect to see the children soon—all twenty-one of them.

“Twenty-one kids?”  I asked, dumbfounded.  “Where on earth did they come from?”