They fired a rubber bullet that hit his face. The name might conjure up this image of a bouncy little ball, but rubber bullets can be as big as your palm, and they are very much still bullets.
That same night, Israeli police shoot again down that same road.
„Don’t shoot, there are children there! My son is there!“ a Palestinian man yells.
„Whoever is out at this time is not a child,“ an officer replies, while another fires a stun grenade for no apparent reason.