Ababi on mon 20 aug 01
My small Kibbutz, is a reflection of the big world.
A person, lately drove a car. When the small red light started to give a
light, he said to himself: "When I will arrive home, I will tell it the
person, who is taking care of the cars".
You believe this person was furies as our driver ruined that car and said:
"Some people ruin cars".
I was not in that terrible workshop. But not telling who was the bad -
workshop "driver" put a big black ugly spot on all the other people that
"drives" these workshops.