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Rothschild Boulevard

Preparations were underway for the biggest festival in the young country’s history in the White City. Yesterday is far behind, and today will pass quickly. In modern states people chase the future. The victors never look back. They only look forward. Forward march! Like tank tracks, their steps march to their target even if the path is circular, or zigzag. They march to their target and prepare the path for the future.

Municipal workers in the city and elsewhere in the country were removing the signs that had street and city names written in Arabic. Everything will be in Hebrew tonight. Together with English, which is acceptable.

In the middle of the expansive and verdant Rothschild Boulevard, workers were extending electric cords, punctuated by colorful lights, and adorned with blue and white flags. Other groups were erecting platforms on Rothschild and in other streets and squares in the city. Decorations were being hung on trees. Children ran around joyously because the following day was going to be a public holiday.

Music billowed from the cars roaming the city as if expelling the remaining silence from its streets.