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I arrived at the Malha train station in Jerusalem at 8 A.M. The train carrying my friend wasn’t due until 8:20, but there was no point going back home after I dropped the kids off at school. I decided to drive to the station and listen to the radio while hanging around. Waiting for a train should have something romantic about it, I thought to myself as I parked the car and gazed at the iron fences surrounding the...