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You sit down at Abu Jabber’s coffee house, tucked within the walls of the Old City of Jerusalem near Herod’s Gate. You order a glass of tea with mint, spread some newspaper over a little stool and remove from the plastic bags all the merchandise that was purchased only moments ago: a pile of bagels encrusted with sesame seeds that are still warm and fresh and were baked in a traditional wood-fired oven at the...