As soon as I held a double-barreled rifle in my hands I realized that life would never be the same again. It is true that it is a missile launcher with a rubber band and the missiles were cherry pits, it doesn't matter what color they are. The discovery that made the rifle unique is the double trigger that bends cleverly and allows instead of tearing out an enemy's eye to tear out two even with one shot. The State of Israel did begin to exist, but the state of the weapons is not who knows what.
At the entrance to the courtyard of the Technion in Hadar-Hakarmel in Haifa sat a beggar Kita who was talked about a lot. Rumors spoke of a treasure of coins buried in a clay pot under his bed. The spreader of the rumor is considered to be a reliable spreader of rumors and is considered to investigate rumors before spreading them. It is true that its reliability has not yet been tested, so if it has not been proven false then it must be true. We the experts will raid, rob and get rich!
We held a meeting of a small commando team of heavy weapons carriers including three machine guns and two double barreled rifles. Each fighter is equipped with two pockets full of live ammunition of dry stoners that cause an unpleasant injury and all this if you hit the target. After detailed planning, including an azimuth for escape, we decided to postpone the raid on the old man, and after a few years it was canceled altogether when the old man died in good health and with great wealth.
I started my criminal career in the underworld when the world was created. I have committed some crimes against humanity and some of the known ones are spread before you. After all, it is clear to everyone that I cannot speak freely, it is true that decades have passed, but there is still a confidentiality order on most of the events. Because I decided on a partial confession:
When the red-haired Alexander became a neighborhood gladiator at a very young age. I was happy to be in the foreign legion he commanded. I once told him: "You talk faster than a flying bullet from a Beretta gun." (sentence from some movie).
"True", he answered and gave me a look that I will never forget. I kept silent. (I made this up). Squads of fighters from different neighborhoods and different schools would meet for very violent battles. The initial weapons were self-made wooden swords. At some point the fighting escalated. The sword was stuck in the trouser belt and the rocket launchers were pulled out. This weapon required thought craft. You have to look for the letter "Y" among the branches of the trees and from there you work the entanglement. Cutting rubber bands, tying them to a tree and preparing the leather that holds the "bullet" fired from it which are cherry pits or small acorns and in the worst case small gravel stones. These battles were held in large areas and prevented physical contact until someone was hurt and the war turned into a fistfight. The three of us set out on a daring robbery mission, in great secrecy, when we headed to a rubber factory in the German colony. The long distance required careful and meticulous planning. We couldn't use the stars because it was daytime. We had no choice but to use the sun, which is less reliable, and with the help of resourcefulness, light and shadow, and courage, we managed to reach our destination while driving a hand-made scooter that would be used as a heavy cargo vehicle to carry the loot.
What we found before our eyes was a large yard with old rubber scraps from the interiors of vehicles. With my sharp eyes I immediately noticed that if we took goods from there, we might receive some kind of payment as thanks for the robbery. I kept quiet, because organized crime must remain organized. When I saw the damaged goods I realized that the task of evacuating Kikla and Duman became an armed robbery that is nobody's business. Instead of almost robbing, we were paid for removing garbage. It is difficult to describe the excitement that gripped us at the sight of this damaged treasure. I imagine myself as an arms agent and main ammunition supplier to all the neighborhoods in the area and maybe even more. I will recruit agents and sit cross-legged in Nihuta, licking a lollipop
Tamarind stick and sandalwood or sweet and sour trim.
We loaded the scooter with a quantity of long rubber plates taken on loan for an unlimited time. The details of the operation and its results are kept in a secret vault. Down the olive valley our street had a number of leaders. Israel "Zorkin", "Tavesh" and several others with nicknames that even their birth parents forgot the name they were given at birth. They led and initiated spectacular operations that today serve as a role model for all criminal organizations. Another operation that was a step up was launched.
The visionaries among us have already imagined extreme wealth and living on exotic islands overseas. A daring robbery operation is organized to enrich the coffers. For this purpose, the scooter was again converted into a cart, to carry goods. Usually the cart was used to carry those who were weak and could not cope with the task. A 'getzel' from the grocery store was used as a special agent for soda bottles with a 'spritzer' faucet that splashed the soda into the glass.
Under the cover of darkness, they fill a scooter cart with empty bottles from the hiding place under the tarp and in the morning they come to 'Getzel' to collect the bond fees. I served as a warning of an enemy in the vicinity. The operation was repeated several times with a much smaller team in order to increase the profit. My position was canceled in order to save expenses. This operation ended with a red and sore ear from Zorkin, the leader, when Getzel realized that he had paid back several times for the same bottle.
There are some acts of crime that do not deserve to be recorded, such as throwing water bombs inside a paper on the heads of passers-by. I was drafted into the army already as a man for a matter that returned to the beneficiary and all the crime and evil behind it. I opened a new page and changed my guests. Many years have passed, the criminal organization we established disintegrated and all the criminals dispersed, each to his own way. There was no escaping the degradation to the upper world, until……a client in my office tried to lure me into a cash payment to avoid taxes. made me laugh I am prevented from telling how I acted in this case. It is true that I have deteriorated to be a man from the settlement, honest and decent who even signals turns in his car which is unusual in our districts. On second thought I may be exaggerating a bit.
Last night I met "Tavesh" who has aged very much. He is seriously considering tracking down the members to restore Atara to its former glory and establish an organized crime squad like never before. It is true that the 'spritzer' soda bottles are no longer around and the scooter has become electric and does not need a rubber brake. We will have to find other required materials. Maybe bills. It's hard to believe that the plan will come to fruition, I still hesitate.