I think we cross that alleys, all the stone houses that belong to the original times of our provision, some of their residents were brought out and monopolized for the Jews who came to protect Britain, some of the entire streets were confiscated, we are not against their livelihood here, but against their expulsion for us and looting our role ... behind every door Woody is a story, a soul that is loyal to the past days, live on the past, their hours were tied to the rhythm of memories, they are waiting for the pulse of life to return to its scorpions, but they are not struggling with anything to reach that ... Faith enveloped their hearts, making memories live with all the angles of their homes, and under the lights of their streets, even Among the stones of their streets, which may include a life -thirsty flower, she was desperate to see the light of Jerusalem, before a military vehicle for Jews is mastered, they believe that this is transient.