On the morning of May 17, 1967, our handyman Makhluf, a new immigrant from Morocco, helped us to pack the jeep. His parting words to us as we drove off to Avdat were very strange: “My rabbi told me today that we will soon be able to walk through the streets in the Old City of Jerusalem.” Since the Old City had been in Jordanian hands since 1948, and there seemed little hope of any change, Liesel laughed off his remark: “Neither you nor we, or even not our grandchildren will have that pleasure,” she said. But the rabbi was right. When, after our return from Avdat, we saw Makhluf, we had already been to the Old City.
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