The Six Day War

THE SIX DAYS WAR -------------------------------- The sweet smell of orange blossom wafted along the sandy paths hovered over the concrete sidewalks and entered the open windows shaded with green blinds Pure sunlight seemed to engulf us students of biblical studies. the heat haze played gently from the sea and a sense of history settled on our shoulders. City gents passed by at a fast, inflationary pace. We did not mind them as we made our way to the Arab bazaar down the side streets. How we remembered the bazaar, there were rubbishy carvings and metalwork, and orange blossom was lost in the spices and the black coffee. how they wooed us. Such charm these people of the bazaar but above all I remember the colour, there were hangings for the house silks for the dresses scarves against the dust. Then, as we walked along the timeless streets, bathed in the sunshine and the orange blossom came the boom of gunfire. Canons raided the tranquillity with rocketing noise. Here was the land of the Prince of Peace shaken in the April light shaken at the Passover, not escaping from Egypt but conquering the West Bank. On April the 7th friction between neighbours became terrible war 40 years long and the colourful bazaars collapsed in hostility and dust.