I had to approach much closer than what I had done so far if I wanted to get some kind of response to inform my superior, who was beginning to get impatient due to my little progress in recent months.
So, I looked for a shop near that place door, where the community met, a cafeteria, I spent the afternoon there, drinking something and reading the newspaper, at least that was my cover, watching people come and go from that place.
Sometimes the hours passed by without anything happening, which was the most common for at least an hour or two after the old man arrived, then I relaxed, and even enjoyed the music of the place.
I don't know how it happened, but I was with my eyes shot reclining on the relaxed chair when I heard:
- Shalom!
- What? Who?- I said sitting up and looking everywher
