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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