Yerushaloyim - Zichron Ya’kov
I was in a taxi in Jerusalem speaking to Blade on my Israeli telephone at a cost of three hundred pounds an hour. I put down my Israeli telephone and chatted to the taxi driver, which was free. The nice driver offered me a simple Hebrew newspaper, which I glanced at, pretending to read it in order that he would not read it whilst driving one-handed. We talked about some new flats that had been built on a big ridge that reared up beside the road. I finally established that they were nice flats for rich people. The conversation was somewhat stilted. We then began talking about the situation in Gaza, which was mentioned in the newpaper he had given me. I suggested that perhaps all the Arabs would kill each other. He expressed the desire that they would do so. We then drove on to the railway station, from where I caught the train to visit my friend binyaminah, with whom I had an excellent time.