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Three times a week I take the train from Be'er Sheva to my office in Tel Aviv. For two years now it has been the same routine: I enter the train station, my bag goes into the screening machine, I walk through the metal detector, I buy my ticket, and sometimes there's a short wait. There, I've earned an hour of undisturbed reading. Since the beginning of the war in Gaza, I've tried to head north as early as...
