The streets are quiet here in Jerusalem. Sombre. It is lightly raining. The sun peeks through, alternating with the grey clouds. This is a time of funerals. This is a time of visiting houses of mourning. This is a time of taking care of children whose fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters have been murdered or kidna…
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