Life can be hard, even terrifying for a person who wakes up in the morning and doesn't know where he wants to have his coffee. Yoram awoke on that morning--a wintery autumn morning--and decided to warm up with a strong cappuccino at Caesar's, a 15-minute walk from his apartment. He entered the café and nodded to the old-timer who was a regular there and sat down at a corner table. He skillfully spread out a paper that had already been stained by a moistened finger and chocolate and read: "With heartfelt sorrow we announce the untimely death of Shuka Tamari, beloved father, grandfather, brother, friend, soldier." Even though he hadn't ordered anything, the waitress came by with coffee and a danish. "Anything new?" she asked as she carefully set down the cup. He smelled the faint scent...

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