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One word must it feel to you when the magic happens.
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Tell of her own life, believe it or not ... In 2001 (a tough year for all Israelis) left without work and without means of livelihood ... In short, there was no money to pay for the apartment (about food and so do not say), the landlord gave a deferred payment for a week, term to expire on that day ... I wander aimlessly through the streets of the old T-A, in a strange state of mind: like the need to worry about the future, but the climb to the head completely extraneous thoughts ... I pass the Bank Hapoalim, near the bank of the bench and the bench-four pieces of paper: two for 100 shekels, and two of 50 ... Think for a minute, what to do? Around a single soul (it's daytime, then at 13 o'clock in the center of the city !!!). Another stood in a kind of trance ... then took the 300 shekels. No one around, as if all extinct. The evening gave the landlord the money, he relented and gave another postponement. In short, get out ...