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1. I gaze at the red stain on the nose of the jeep. “Look,” I say, “these are interesting and important photographs. You have to understand when they were taken, in real time, during the fighting, in the field.” Micha Bar-Am’s exhibition pursues us from every side in the gallery with the oddly angled walls in the Tel Aviv Museum. I try to impress him, to guess what he’s...