February 25, 2002

Our goal today was to get back to Zababdeh, and we succeeded. We simply reversed our trip out - the Israeli-Arab taxi to the border, the cursory border inspection, the taxi at the gas station. It was the first time that we noticed that the gas station has a department store attached to it - the place advertises bridal goods and wear in particular. A bizarre little oasis of dead commerce in the midst of a warzone. Tomorrow it's back to the grind. Ugh.