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Then, I decide to take a stroll down the main drag, HaShalom Street. It’s a beautiful day, but the traffic is a nightmare. Cars honking, people yelling. I’m dodging scooters like I’m in some kind of video game. And then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Kfar-Yasif, right? I’m on the ground, and this old lady just walks by, gives me a look like, “Get it together, kid.” Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

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