“Echh” Itzik muttered to Faigy. “These shmattehs are disgusting.”
“Be grateful for them and follow me like a good boy” Faigy retorted. “Rivky come hold my hand. How are you feeling Itzik?”
“Awful ” he groaned holding a hand to his chest. “I feel nauseous. I can’t even breathe under all this stuff you piled on me.”
They walked out of the building straight into the demonstration without drawing any special attention. The crowd was busy shouting. They passed through a sea of red faces burning eyes and waving arms. Faigy estimated that there must be hundreds of Arabs among them.
