A loud bang permeates the air, reverberating through the empty spaces in the crowded desert city.
We jump, but not too much.
A few hours earlier, our group of 13 had been warned in the afternoons that Palestinian protestors often take to the streets, and, in response, the Israeli army will fire something which emits a loud noise (our guide calls it a “sound grenade”) to back them off.
When the noise pierces the air, it doesn’t phase us; but it does phase our tour guide, Lena, who is Palestinian.
“OK, now I am scared, so we are going to leave and get you back over to the other side,” she says, hurrying us out of the heart of Hebron, one of the holiest cities in Middle East, through a gate, and back into the deserted Al-Shuhada Street.