It was a Saturday, the last day of my parents’ visit. We spent the day wandering around the Safari in Ramat Gan. I can remember that I wasn’t feeling well, but the day was otherwise uneventful. Later that night, we drove my parents to the airport, and as we handed our ticket and fistful of coins to the parking lot attendant, he shared with us the news that...
Archive - November 10, 2008
