A territory of encounter and confrontation
The route winds through a steppe plateau, in a windswept moonscape dotted with small volcanoes and solitary oaks. On every rise, as a reminder of the climate of tension that pervades the region, abandoned or destroyed military bases and tanks. Endless stretches of minefields, to deter a new invasion, stretch as far as the eye can see.
The Golan has always been the easiest way to get from Damascus to the Mediterranean, and since the time of the great civilisations of the Middle East until the advent of Islam, the Crusades and more recent times, it has been a battleground. Taken from Syria and conquered by Israel in 1967 during the Six-Day War, it was de facto annexed to Israel in 1981 without the consent of the international community. Although the Golan was never part of British Mandate Palestine, the Israelis consider it essential to the security of the state, not only militarily but also in terms of water, since the main water sources are located there. The Syrians left after losing the war but to this day the elders of Damascus remember the merchants selling fresh fish from Lake Tiberias while the Israeli kibbutzim remember Syrian sniper fire in the fields along the border. The only inhabitants who have continued to live here uninterruptedly are the Druze, an ethno-religious group who practise a secret and esoteric cult but who, having no nationalist leanings, 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 encroachments at the beginning of the civil war in Syria, and it is strange to see a few kilometres away the ruins of Quneitra, which until a few years ago was occupied by ISIS.