E ven the toughest city a city whose ancient walls have seen everything trembles at times. Something cracks in its heart of stone something breaks. Its tears start to flow and its people who consider stabbings and car-rammings almost normal walk with sad silent faces.
“Ima it feels like Yerushalayim is crying today ” said Rivi as she and Faigy walked out of the dental clinic. Tiny slivers of rain fell dampening their faces their shoulders.
“Yerushalayim is crying.”
“Can terrorists get into Abba’s shul too like they did today in Har Nof?”
“Of course not ” Faigy was quick to reply. “You know Dudi Katz who davens with Abba? He has a gun because he’s a construction engineer and he has to go to a lot of building sites. If a terrorist came in Dudi would stop him right away.” It was a good thing Dudi Katz had chosen a line of work that required him to carry a gun. That way she had a good answer for the children.
