A territory of meeting and clash
The route winds across a steppe plateau, in a windswept lunar landscape, dotted with small volcanoes and solitary oak trees. On every hill, as a reminder of the climate of tension that pervades the region, military bases and tanks abandoned or destroyed. Endless expanses of minefields still stretch out as far as the eye can see, to discourage a new invasion.
The Golan has always been the simplest road to move from Damascus to the Mediterranean and since the times of the great civilizations of the Middle East up to the advent of Islam, the Crusades and more recent times it has been a battleground. Subtracted from Syria and conquered by Israel in 1967, during the Six Day War, it was effectively annexed to Israel in 1981 without the consent of the international community. Even though the Golan was never part of British mandate Palestine, the Israelis consider it essential for the security of the state not only from a military point of view but also from a water point of view given that the main water sources are located there. The Syrians left after losing the war but even today the elderly of Damascus remember the merchants who sold fresh fish from Lake Tiberias while the Israeli kibbutzim remember the shots of Syrian snipers in the fields along the border. The only inhabitants who have continued to live here uninterruptedly are the Druze, an ethno-religious group who practice a secret and esoteric cult but who, having no nationalist impulses, are not seen by Israel as a problem. For a few days we walk along the Syrian border, now protected by a fence, given the numerous trespassers at the beginning of the civil war in Syria and it is strange to see the ruins of Quneitra a few kilometers away which until a few years ago was occupied by ISIS.