One of my most vivid memories of being in Israel, is of being in the middle of Jerusalem, hearing a loud siren and watching in disbelief, as every car stopped. The car doors opened and everybody stood silently by their vehicle for several minutes. It was only later, I discovered the reason for this moving …
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