Reflections

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Reflections
Summer Tempest
An excerpt
Right at the beginning of the drive the thoughts started to clear up in his mind, the Maginot line, the Siegfried line, the Barlev line along the Suez Canal were not obstacles that couldn't be crossed, even the Chinese big wall did not stop the Mongols. While the wall that they plan to build along the West Bank will cost milliards, which would be simply a waste of money, as its usefulness would be a temporary one. It would contribute to the development of much more destructive weapons by the Palestinians like high trajectory weapons that would cause numerous causalities. Missiles were always the Arabs preferred weapons, due to their quick defeats during the six days wars of fifty six, sixty seven and even in the 'Yom Kippur War' at seventy three, when they opened up their offensive in total surprise. 
The wave of suicide bombers starts to wane, and will be over like the vanishing of an fashion style of art or products; they'll pass to more sophisticated methods thanks to the wall that we'll build.
It was a strange evening and Yoske felt he had to rid himself from his frustrations; he had to forget the apocalyptic sights, of terrified people thousands of them, running for their lives covered with dust, Not even one horror painting described such horrendous sights, neither Michel Angelo's fresco at the Sistine Chapel nor Brueghel's paintings describing the day of judgement; not literally descriptions of science fiction or of horror, could be compared with these monstrous sights. He thought perturbed still visualizing these same sights in his mind.
He slowed down and parked his car at the first bus stop bay that he happened to reach. He pulled his mobile and called Smadar.
'Hello, good evening,' he heard her melodious voice. 
'Good evening Smadar I thought of letting others to serve us tonight, and drink coffee in some quiet place.' 
It's so good it happened so far away. The egotistic quick reflection crossed his mind. 
A few seconds passed before she answered him. 'Isn't it too late, you mean tonight?'
'It's just nine twenty, we'll drink coffee, exchange a few words and I'll take you back home.'
'Isn't it dangerous to visit a public place at this hour, with the current alerts?'
'No Smadar there's need to worry we'll hop to the Hilton's lobby, to such place they can't and they don't bother to arrive.' He said calmly doing his best to reassure her.
She did not reply instantly and he heard her quick breathing.
'Wait a moment please I've to check something.' She said and she put down the receiver. He heard her foot steps as she moved away and her voice in the background; she was talking to someone but he could not grasp with whom and what was said.
It must be her crippled mother, with whom she talks, yeah that's what she told me, he recalled reassuring himself.
A few seconds passed and he heard her footsteps while she came back. 
'Okay but just for a short while,' she noted with a slight cough.
'Great I'm on my way to pick you up, and in five minutes I'll reach the corner where you usually get off every evening.'
'In five minutes? I've got to change and it's a matter of some fifteen minutes at least…'
'It's okay I'll wait for you in the car.' He replied relieved and hung up and switched on the radio. 
I do hope that none of those brainwashed terrorists would arrive to ruin our night. As a matter of fact nothing happened till now, and it looks as if we'll have a quiet evening. He thought while listening to the soft and relaxing music notes his car's loudspeakers emitted. 
But within just a few seconds the music notes were cut off and excited voice of a radio commentator filled the car's internal space, as he repeated all the day's tragic events, all the terror attacks from New York up to the Pentagon.
'I've had enough of it,' Yoske muttered and hastened to switch off the radio. He switched on the car's engine and drove to Yad Eliahu, to the corner where he brought her home just a few hours earlier. He waited sitting in his car at first, but after a few moments he left his seat and got off. While leaning on his car roof he watched the direction from which she was supposed to come.
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