Roy Brad

Do not sit under the olive tree

Suddenly there is the sound of footsteps, we turn and see four Israeli soldiers, guns trained on us. The sergeant starts yelling at us in Hebrew. I tell him that I only speak English, and ask him what the problem is. He demands that we lift our jackets. I repeat that I am from England, and why does he want me to lift my jacket. He asks what I am doing here, and I say walking with a friend. “You came all the way from England to go for a walk?”