The Story

I am max, There was Alex, a lone soldier who lived with an old lady. It was unclear if they were related. On Friday afternoon, Alex always went out to the singlet balcony with a boxer, cleaned his short M-16 barrel in the sun, smoked and sweated for an hour or two. I looked at him from the balcony and said he was useless. The first time I thought about it, when I heard him talking on the phone, IDF was the largest brothel in the country, with male officers and female soldiers, male soldiers and female commanders, commanders, and everyone else. They said they were procuring food for each other. And the commander, the commander between them. Alex was tall, blonde, and had the arrogant atmosphere of a proud Russian. His fair-skinned, hairy feet glowed in the sun, and the shadows under his armpits brought back memories of the past. A crumpled newspaper promoting lipstick scattered on the floor of a military tent during basic training. I was thinking about every detail. I spent hours on the balcony with the door closed while Alex was sitting on the oiled railing. The old lady tried to clean it, but couldn't get rid of it. With the exception of the old lady, Alex had no family in Israel. My family was just background noise. My wife, Iris, who took care of children with behavioral problems, and my twins, Ben and Beth. In Hebrew, the literal meanings of the two names are "son" and "daughter," respectively. Ben immediately liked the scouts. He once brought a huge wooden beam back to her home to show his dedication, and Beth started her own blog online. She doesn't know what she was doing there. I read in the free community newspaper they deliver to all homes that the security situation is overheated and needs attention. Children should not walk out alone after dark. The power lock must be attached to the car. Indoor home security system. They were even told to steal dogs. When we started giving up, when it became difficult to buy things at home, when we gave up smoking, we used a stack of community paper copies (7, 8, 9 on the outside of each doorway). I arranged the boxes. , Packed and placed in an enhanced security room. 

While Alex was playing in the hot air, I looked at Alex's short, jagged soles and tried to think of Iris. How he sits there, take his feet off, concentrate, disassemble his weapon into the smallest pieces, and clean it with a brush and flannel cloth. When Iris returned from one of the meetings, she smelled like the perfume of another consultant. In summer, the average temperature was 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I missed the city. I slept on the balcony outside at night. They temporarily blinded me when the guards passed by. All we've ever wanted was a nice house in a quiet neighborhood. Well, we have it. Beth began participating in yoga for kids, which ran out of our checking accounts, and Ben always needed a monthly check for boy scouts. Alex spent the weekend with an old lady, and when I was sitting on the balcony and Ben asked about his homework, I'll understand why he couldn't see only Alex and me. It was made. I started thinking about what would happen if he agreed to give me a gun. I will discuss all the details with him. He submitted a report to the gendarmerie, telling him that it was stolen when a group of terrorists attacked him on his way to the base. He fought, they tried to kidnap him, and one of them tried to inject him, but he managed to escape, and they ran for his life Just got his gun.