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He invited-us to come to his place in the old quarter of Arab Jerusalem. We crossed the border on-foot, not-guarded frontier. Where am I now?? I was a little hesitant, but then it was adventure. Not going to be tour-dumb. The roads were dusty, or were only-dust, and Greek-like-stone and stucco, sedate delap-a-dated houses, but not-bright, dull, dingy, the old city of Toy. It was a mythical city, if so foreign to me.
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