It was dark and drizzling as I was waiting for my bus near the Valley of the Cross in Jerusalem.

The streets were empty.

A couple in their 20ies came along and shared the bench with me. I was much younger than them and watched them enviously; They were singing something I never heard before, in clear beautiful voices, immersed in their own world.

On my  way to Tel Aviv, I repeatedly sang it in my head.

Early next morning, the men in the record shop said: Oh! Of course, I know what it is- its Handel- The Masayach.


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