Jerusalem is united this morning. United in its stench and feeling of hatred and fear. The two major squares of the city, Zion Square and the Damascus Gate plaza, reek of the skunk water used by the police. Both are spotted with piles of police cavalry dung. Civilians in both halves of the city are scared, and just like in the bad old days, they are planning their routes from place to place based on where the other side’s thugs may be lying in wait for an ambush. The fragile fabric of relations between the two parts of the capital has been torn apart again.