MUSEUM OF TOLERANCE
Despite numerous protests, even on the part of members of the Likud, the construction of the museum of tolerance, the ancient Muslim cemetery in Jerusalem had been decided upon. The workers were working hard continuing to dig up the skeletons, including those piles of bones, who knows, perhaps there were remnants of the friends of Muhammad. The cemetery dates back a thousand years ago. Some Palestinian families had even launched a legal battle to stop the work. Even Islamic associations had protested to the Israeli Supreme Court, but nothing had helped to stop the carnage. The museum was built and completed work in complete silence. Was it the opening day.
A large audience crowded compound and soon the great room. When it was hissing, chattering and movement of chairs and everyone was accommodated, appeared responsible for the personality to deliver the speech. There were also representative of the Israel Antiquities Authority and a famous archaeologist. But before the speaker said a word something strange happened. A long parade of weird characters was advancing into the room. They were wrapped in a kind of decrepit sheet. They did not walk noise, like bodies without weight. For some minutes the silence was total. Then, slowly, one of them broke away from the group and advanced to the stage, the audience watched with my heart stopped.
"Who is this man? How he got here? -
thundered the aspiring speaker. A policeman approached the intruder and tried to grab him and throw him out, but he ignored him and moved closer to the stage, addressing the three-
How can you talk about tolerance that we have driven from our homes and now you want to kick us even from ... our cemeteries -
-Want to see who is a political rally? - Oren suggested the young ear of his girlfriend
-It seems to me more a manifestation of Purim, "said this while escaping an amused chuckle. The three were fiery personality on stage, other police reinforcement arrived and surrounded the intruder, one of them said the documents threatening
-Out! - The man replied
-Do not make me more afraid with your documents, I do not need, this is my home
.- Now it no longer is, it is now our home, "said the archaeologist.
you kicked out of our people and now want to erase even the memory! - Accused the Arab, the three were now so close they could smell the earth moved. But who the hell
is it? - Churches politician who was to speak. In the public began to occur some discomfort, a discomfort even nameless.
must be one of those deaths that have dislodged, "said the archaeologist. You are also
annoying dead-barked spokesman of the Israel Antiquities Authority.
In Israel there are antiques everywhere, unless we build on old cemeteries, we would never build-
So why not build on your own? - In the Public
wound now a little afraid. It was clear that these men were dangerous subversives. Moreover, while the bickering went on, others had arrived, all dressed the same way and were already outnumber the people of the public.
I'm leaving, "said her friend Rivka Yael watching the stage with his mouth open in amazement, I'm going, I do not like it, you'll see that they have a bomb-
What are you complaining about? - He was saying, now the mayor who had arrived in the meantime
's all set. The Jerusalem municipality has bought the graveyard by the custodian of the property of the absent-
We are not absent. We are here for centuries, by what right do you sell and buy our place of rest? -
The long procession had ended and the dead while they sat on the floor as if they wanted to do a sit-in.
Who is this crazy? - Churches mayor. The archaeologist said the plan
ear Do not worry, it's just a dead-
You have built a museum of tolerance on our bones, like when you talk about democracy while being tortured ... -
The mayor was losing patience
I know that you can not understand the tolerance that you're a nation of terrorists! - He said the word terrorist, almost shouting, and with such emphasis that a shiver of fear through the audience already partially decimated.
you who live prisoners in the cage of your hate, we just want to rest in peace-
rest, "added the political will rest the remains we have not thrown away, bring them somewhere else where they will be buried there-
- settle to hunt people, you want to deport the bones ... -
-You do not understand the mayor-shoot-you do not understand the importance of the thing. The museum was built for the Wiesenthal center and has a high ethical value. But what I'm talking to you ... - and he gestured impatiently.
But is it really dead all those people sitting there? - Churches with a small degree of apprehension to his mother Ilana
But not answered this, but she was beginning to get scared, but no, it's a performance, can not you see -
- That's enough! It 's too! Dead or not dead there you go. He has never seen a bunch of beggars so annoying! -
"We can not. This is our home forever. "
The mayor with his cell phone rang, and someone felt that the microphone The inauguration speech was delayed, but the public, apart from some brave or some curious to see how the affair ended, he was already absent. The spokesman of the dead had meanwhile sitting with others.
-It 's no point in talking with them, "said one of the dead Amhed putting his hand affectionately on the shoulder. Within minutes the hall of the museum was full of police who threw themselves on the men sat down to throw them out, but they did not react even to the beatings, as if they were fresh water and when they tried to grab them and drag them out of the weight they slipped through my fingers like eels.
-I mean, shoot! - Thundered the mayor. The police opened fire and the walls were riddled with bullets while the sit-in continued silent, undaunted.
-You are never seen anything like this! - Shouted an officer, it would take large-
take them-Well, you waiting for! - Cried the politician. Now they were so inveleniti who could no longer stop except when the dead were finally destroyed. The mayor had called the army who had taken care to circumscribe the museum declared a military zone and dislodge all the curious.
can not escape-a-declared official.
-Kill them all! - The mayor shouted in his face red-
not told us that they were dead? -
-Dead or alive, destroy! -
The army fired into the machine gun and then with the Cannon, after a while 'one of the dead became the threshold protesting
When you end-to disturb our rest? -
The walls of the museum, which had cost $ 150 million, were full of holes as large windows, the officer said
We shall never have reason to them by these means, we would like it on fire -
They burned the building of the museum and the flames through the open holes from cannon balls could see the group sitting in a circle of the dead who meditate massabeh or prayed with his hands.
-We have no choice, "said the officer ordered the soldier on the helicopter to drop a one-ton bomb on the building.
-There can be nothing left there, Mr. Mayor, "said the official mayor who now looked shocked and bewildered the rubble of the museum of tolerance.
Later came the bulldozers and rubble were taken away for a while 'there was no talk of the museum of tolerance, who still had the desire to build something on that land haunted?
-Finally a bit 'of peace, "said Saleh Amhed friend.
-Yes, - he replied, "but where the hell are over my bones? -
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