Last night, having been stranded in Gilo, I took a cab home. The gate off Highway 60 was open, but with sentries on duty. Before they let my cab driver through, one of them, armed with a rifle that he clutched nervously, opened first his door and then mine, quizzing us each in turn. He demanded to know what I was doing coming in at that hour (10:30), and when I told him I was coming home for the night, he demanded that I tell him quickly my building and apartment number (in Kiryat Arba, building numbers are sequential, regardless...