up?â He looked disappointed.
âPositive,â Haim chuckled. âAnd these?â He held up several small green oval objects.
âCome now, even in Russia they must have olives.â
âWhat they had and what we had are two different things,â Haim said. âOlives Iâve never seen.â
âYouâll have your fill of them here, my friend,â Yol sighed.
âYou really donât like this food?â
âWhatâs to like?â Yol made a face. âIn Lublin my father was a baker and loved food.â His eyes went dreamy. âAh, Haim, then we had what to eatâroast capons so tender theyâd melt in your mouth. Flank steaks with tiny new potatoes cooked right in the pan with the meat. Fresh fish, and many kinds of cheese.â Yolâs bare, bony chest rose and fell in a massive sigh of resignation. âIâve tried to get the halutzim to acknowledge the lack of anything decent to eat here, but they all consider fine food to be a sign of weakness.â He shook his head. âWhatâs the big deal over something good to eat?â
Haim frowned. âWhy did you come to Palestine?â
Yol immediately was serious. âNow Haim, I make a joke or two, but when all is said and done, I am still a Jew, yes? Back in Lublin I got mixed up with the Friends of Zion, and through that group I joined the Zionist Workers. I helped forge passports for those who wished to emigrate. The Turks, as youâve no doubt learned, donât look too closely at the papers as long as they get their baksheesh.â When Haim nodded, Yol continued. âAt first my clandestine work for the party was enough. I felt bold over it. It was the spice in my lifeââhe pointed at the remains of Haimâs breakfastââlike the zaâatar . A little goes a long way, yes?â
Haim agreed. âThen what happened? I mean, youâre here.â
Yol shrugged. âOne morning I woke up and knew it was time for me to come.â
âYour mother and father stayed behind?â
âYes. They had many reasons. The goyim who came to buy challah were our friends, my parents claimed. Things were going to get better, they swore. The Turks would never let the Jews stay in Palestine.â Yol frowned.âWords, thatâs all. The reality was that my parents were too old to live anywhere but in Poland and I was too young to live anywhere but here.â He brightened. âSo. You must tell me what has brought you to Jerusalem.â
âTo cut stone,â Haim said. âI heard there was such work available.â
âAbsolutely. Men are needed. Iâve come to do the same work, and youâve reminded me that we are already late. The day starts at sunrise at the quarry.â
âShouldnât I find myself a room before beginning work? I donât have much money, so the search may take a while.â
âAll the more reason to stay with me. I have a room with board lined up, and itâs big enough for two. Iâve stayed there before. Itâs a nice enough place, clean, at least.â
Haim was hesitant. Solitude was still an enjoyable novelty to him. âMaybe Iâll find something on my own. I donât intend to be in Jerusalem for very long.â
âYou neednât worry about having to pay my way,â Yol promised. âThe Zionist Workersâ Party is paying me a subsidy, and in a fortnight weâll receive our first stonecutterâs wages.â
âWellââ
âSuit yourself, my friend, but two sharing expenses can live a lot cheaper in Jerusalem.â
Haim found himself laughing. âYou remind me of someone when you talk like that.â
âReally?â Yol asked, charmed. âWho? Tell me.â
âCome on,â Haim smiled. He shouldered the smaller manâs heavy suitcase. âTake me to the quarries. We canât be tardy on our first day
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