I was sitting and smoking a cigerette. I was sitting and minding my own business. A kid 14 maybe came up to me. He wanted my cigarette and my money. I slapped him down in the street, and kicked his ass while I was at it.
He went into the store I was next to. His uncle, I guess, cama out with a knife, and stabbed the kid and killed him. He laid there bleeding out. I understood there was some alligations of infidelity between the kid and his anut. To this day, I do not know what it was. All I could hear from every direction was, Allah hu Akabar! Allah hu Aabar! and AK-47 rounds and so...on
I was screaming Allah hu Ackbar, (thininking I have to get the hell out of here). So I drifted up North, until I got to the border. I laid on my belly and crawled. I began speaking Hebrew. The Israeles let me through because of my number. And that was the end of that.