The evening was clear and cool; blowing from the north breeze, the streets seemed to have died out. On the way he met a few Jews Haredi  with curly sidelocks, hurrying home from the synagogue, but a platoon of female Marines in protective clothing, smokers and fun to hang out at the bus company "Egged", holding on his knees rifle "M-16" . Ben Roy loved this town - deserted, clean, quiet. At such times there is a feeling that life can begin again, with a white sheet.
Hava lived not far from the Old Town, in the Ha-Ma'alot - green street in the center of the western part of Jerusalem. After reaching the yellowish stone building, Ben Roy sipped vodka and pressed the intercom next to the glass door. After a few seconds the machine came the voice of his nephew Chaim:
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