Leaving The Rafah Border Sit In

The camp (named Camp Seabreeze by us who yearn for the beach( was quiet for a few days with just 4 of us holding the siege against the siege. I left today and our numbers were up to 14 with more expected. The Galloway convoy will be arriving in 2 to 3 days with 200 people we hear. We witnessed a convoy of 15 trucks loaded with food go through in about one hour the other day. It was sent by the Saudis. Minutes after it passed through the gates of Rafah a Palestinian family was denied entry, it was their 10th day of returning to the border in a futile attempt to pass. The soldier's faces change from being friendly to practicing cruel lies and it feels like a schizoid world which it is. The tension is quite high, they know Galloway is on his way and there is nothing that they have been able to do about our campout in their military zone. It is absolutely crucial to have an international presence, otherwise our brave Egyptian activists would be treated savagely. When many diverse groups of people work together, the power is multiplied greatly.
So I am back in Cairo with a bed and shower to celebrate. The bathroom facilities were locked against us at the camp in attempts to drive us out. We climbed the gate to use the toilets and running water. When buying calling cards they extort more money than is usually charged and they stopped letting us charge the mobile batteries. All of this is nothing compared to what the Palestinians suffer, and for so long. We met people who appeared dead in their eyes, the need to shut down rather than explode with fury was seen in so many faces.
I fly to Munich tomorrow, my birthday, then on to the London Catholic Worker house for 10 days. My heart remains in Rafah, where a few brave souls carry on against massively corrupt powers.