Moshe Gilad: Our next stop is the modern olive press at Deir Hanna’s northwest edge. It’s the afternoon, and this large place is crowded with people.
At the entrance is a short line of men toting their family’s olives from the morning harvest. Each one fills several yellow plastic containers with the oil that oozes out of the machine. The air is filled with the aroma of olive oil.
Large signs explain that there are two production lines here — one for "regular" olives and one for olives grown organically. The last stop is a wonderful candy store called Hilwat Asham in the center of the village.
A young woman brings over a small tray of delicacies — sweet kanafeh, a tiny baklava pastry and other unnamed sweets that melt in your mouth. As we sip our cold lemonade, we turn our attention to the bits of honey left on the tray.
