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1947 Palestine
Gail drove rutted back roads for about an hour. We didn’t talk much. Darkness had fallen like a shroud and the only light, apart from the meagre headlamps, came from the night sky. I never tired of looking at a different alignment of stars and planets overhead. During the War, despite all the discomfort, misery and plain, unadulterated danger, I took solace in looking up during those clear nights. Something larger and more significant than you, took your mind off the day-to-day worries and tension that rose with the morning sun.
This cabin looked smaller than the other we’d inhabited but then we were just three. It also looked to me as if it sagged to one side.
“This looks sturdy,” I said. Irit snorted.
“Don’t worry, it won’t collapse,” Gail replied. “It’s been like
