I've written here that twenty-eight years ago, at the reciting of the
Birkat HaChama (Benediction of the Renewed Sun Cycle) that I was on the roof of the
Makhkama, the former Muslim court next to the Western Wall Plaza, entered through a door on Chain Street, just outside the Temple Mount courtyard, now a base for the Border Police.
Some doubted my memory.
I do myself at times.
But, as luck would have it, I opened up today's Haaretz in English and there, on the very front page, is a story with an accompanying photograph:
I looked carefully above the crowd:
Yes, I'm one of those daredevils:
I looked carefully above the crowd:
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