A New Series: The Story of a Photo. Story One: Manchester Square from my Window: February 1991


The Winter at the beginning of 1991 was a draught one, as many Winters in summer-country israel always are. For the last two weeks of that january, dried as they were, hardly anyone went out of Home... not as skad missiles, potentially carrying Who-Knows-What, might be falling upon us, having being sent by the tyrant of 'Iraq, saddam hussain, from h2, or h3.

Reĥovoth, after all, being merely 20 KM away from Tel-Aviv and the actual official Central District Capital Town, was at Area A = which means, at the highest risk of being targetted by a missile.

By February, however, it had become pretty clear that saddam wasn't about to expose his launchers to the americans, by using them during the day, but rather, only ever during the night (02:30 am was, I believe, his most favourite hour, to wake us all up with a missile-alarm). So, it was gradually more and more possible to venture out during the day, of course, with one's gas-mask right at hand.

And one February day, at final last, there was even a little Rain.

So, from my and my little Brother's room's Eastern window, at our 7th floor Home, at 64 BILU street, at the very noisy Heart of our HomeTown Reĥovoth, I had then taken this photo of Manchester Square, and Reĥovoth's main street Herzl. Today, by the way, much if this has been destroyed, by Reĥovoth's ultra-corrupt yemenite-governed cityhall, so all this Grace and Beauty no longer exist.

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