They try to pass the stationary convoy quickly, but after the intersection of Kiryat Tivon on their way to Yokneam, they find themselves in a really huge convoy.
The road is loaded with cars, most of it is burned and riddled with bullets, suitcases and objects that have been hastily and improvised on the roofs of the cars are standing there in silence, in some of them the objects are also scattered around the cars. The bodies of the refugees are scattered along the road, some near their cars, some in the cars themselves and some on the hillsides, to which the refugees fled in panic when they discovered that they were being used as ducks in the range of the enemy troops that passed a few meters from them.
Here and there are spread vehicles that tanks and armored cars just ran over them with their occupants and now they look like crushed cans. In a dusty Subaru pickup truck, full of hastily collected items, the baby playpen stands out. On the hood, someone is lying on his back with his hands spread wide and the pools of blood that dripped from him to the ground are already congealing, leaving long black trails of blood on his clothes and the body of the car. Here and there the dawn wind moves one or another nylon with a chilling rustle. A girl is lying with her head on a windowsill, her skull is half crushed and the light wind blows her hair back and forth. Freezing silence prevails in the area and only the faint whistling of the wind is heard.
Yehoshua, who is driving in the front, with the Land Rover stops his vehicle and approaches the Toyota pickup truck. He's in panic.
YEHOSHUA
Eli, this place is terrible, but we must find a hiding place. It is becoming light.