Roger M. Kaye
A retired physicist reinvented as thriller novels writer

A tale of two cities

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It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

For the criminals, it is the best of times.

No longer do they have to fear the Israeli Police. They can carry on stealing anything they can get their hands on; even the odd murder or two just to liven up their shutdown lives.

This week, the funeral of Rabbi Meshulam Dovid Soloveitchik attracted some 10,000 mourners. The rabbi, who spent his life setting an example for his followers, set one example too many by dying of COVID-19. Many, although not all, mourners were not wearing masks and the recommended “social” distance of two meters was reduced to a couple of centimeters. Sadly, we will see the inevitable results in a few weeks.

The police said they were helpless and could do nothing to stop the mass violation of lockdown rules. A senior police official went as far as to say, “What did you expect? That we’ll use force and cause casualties?”

So, you criminals, for the sake of equality, you can expect the same courtesy from our policemen.

If you don’t stop robbing that bank, I’ll er…. I’ll ask you nicely. I don’t want to use force and risk hurting you.

Of course, this new policy has made life easier for our policemen. They no longer have to carry cumbersome batons, heavy tear gas canisters, handcuffs. And certainly no dangerous firearms. We don’t want anyone to get hurt.

But with the best of times come the worst of times. For the ordinary, law-abiding, tax-paying citizens it is definitely the worst of times.

Many are sick, some are dying. Everyone’s life is on hold. Businesses, carefully built over many years, are collapsing. Children are missing their education, both formal and how to interact with others. Grandparents around the world will collectively exclaim “My, how you’ve grown,” when the virus retreats, and they finally get to see their grandchildren again.

Some 150 years ago, a prescient Charles Dickens summed it up. Nothing has changed; although we now know that the two cities are Tel Aviv and Bnei Brak. We will let Dickens have the last word:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness.”

About the Author
The author has been living in Rehovot since making Aliya in 1970. A retired physicist, he divides his time between writing adventure novels, getting his sometimes unorthodox views on the world into print, and working in his garden. An enthusiastic skier and world traveller, the author has visited many countries. His first novels "Snow Job - a Len Palmer Mystery" and "Not My Job – a Second Len Palmer Mystery" are published for Amazon Kindle. The author is currently working on the third Len Palmer Mystery - "Do Your Job".
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