C1021 The beast in the prison

It had rained a little early in the morning, the dry city of Jerusalem was moistened, and the ancient city had gained some of the scent of spring.

Khader came out of the restaurant carrying a food bag filled with sour olives and a piece of hard black bread. He crossed the street and entered 48 Holy Cross.

The two special forces guarding the gate greeted him, and he smiled