I open my eyes and see myself at Ben-Gurion Airport. Trying to understand if it's true. Just yesterday I was marrying my son in Kfar Saba, and now I am here drinking an ice-coffee with Shmil in our way to Germany.
Yes, this is true. This is how things came out. In the afternoon next to the wedding, we were at the airport travelling to Germany, and in our maps and agenda the 100-year commemorative BMW Motorrad Days, and a tour through part of the North of Germany and West Czechia for 12 days.
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