… I’ve only now understood that you’re not allowed to confiscate car keys from Palestinians… Through “Breaking the Silence.”

Oh… Yes, because it’s something… When we were doing a service term in [the settlement of] Halamish, it was the most natural thing in the world. Just to take the keys and drive away. It would also happen in Nablus.

To take his car? No, no. He’s with his car there. Without the keys. Like in the city, in Nablus. You say to him: “Why are you driving a car in the middle of the day?”

This would happen during patrol with the Hummer. Okay, you get to the car in the Hummer, and you tell the driver what? This and that. Start yelling at him… After a few times, we realized that they all have spare keys. So we would take the spare key as well. Leave him with his car, and drive away. “Come to the house in two days, to the exit towards the checkpoint, and we’ll give you back the keys”.

Was it organized? What do you mean, organized?! Even if it was, it would disappear… When we were in the abandoned house, where people were not allowed to pass, a car would pass – “Hey! Why?” and you take his keys, the spare keys, “go home by foot, your car is here, come back in two days.” You put the keys upstairs in the abandoned house, and the shift after us would take their ID cards, too, they’d take them a lot.

And did they really get it back afterwards? A lot of times not. You suddenly see a hookah in someone’s closet: “What, why do you have a hookah in your closet?” He goes: “What, I didn’t know what to do with it… And this and that…” And I go: “Great, I’ll take it” and he goes: “I don’t know if you’ll be happy about it, it’s a hookah from Balata” – “And why do you have a hookah from Balata in your closet?” – “We were once in a ‘straw widow’… and there was a house full of hookahs so I took one”. So I told him: “I won’t take the hookah. Thanks”.