The year is 1948. I am in a clandestine group of children helping to oppose British rule in what was then referred to as Palestine. One day, led by Daniel, we were trying to set free a friend who was detained by British police before being taken to jail. Failing to notice, a British sergeant appeared, striding towards us with a malicious grin on his shallow face.
” Stop!” he growled and lead us, struggling to the police station where we found ourselves behind bars.
But if I were in charge, I would have surveyed the area more vigilantly for British officials.