Haim Watzman Leaflet pasted up on a bulletin board at the Tel Aviv Central Bus Station: “The Carat Hotel in Ramat Gan: small, comfortable, discreet, rooms equipped with DVD and coffee, hourly rates.” To: Adina Hefetz, counsel, The Association for Civil Rights in Israel From: Gal Dagan, proprietor, the Carat Hotel, Ramat Gan Dear Ms. [...]

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Haim Watzman A shamus knows he’s getting old when people ask him stupid questions. And this shamus has been getting a lot of stupid questions lately — things people ought to know without needing to have an over-the-hill private eye like me to tell them. I realized that early one Friday morning in the damp [...]

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Haim Watzman My friend Frank is a man unto himself, a person apart. He stands up for what he believes. He always tells me: “I countenance no compromises in the venue of values. I care about the indigent in India, about the glaciers in Greenland, and about the war-weary in Waziristan.” He is involved in [...]

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Haim Watzman It’s six thirty-five a.m. as I pull my bike into Jerusalem’s Malha train station. The sun is rising over the seam where the Pat neighborhood’s low, long public housing projects abut the houses of Beit Safafa. A handful of inchoate off-white clouds float through the air like empyrean amoebas, seeking to grab unwary [...]

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