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This is a rather logan bizarre, but history will judge and prove that really happened. It was 4 pm on a summer day of 2010. Givataim Borochov school recently completed study. Modest commotion coming from the yard was a total of macrame class, or skates. Leon's kiosk, located in the shadow of the western slopes of the yard, I never knew what was going on above them, and how many children are there. They would wait patiently logan tight ring, and the money would count the steps.
The number of children was a significant factor in a normal trading day, because it is first of all clients. The kiosk was important for construction in the western part of the neighborhood will be accelerated. So many kids come down the street and pass their way to school, and when they returned home. Graduation at 12 noon peak moment was a seminal work on the legendary kiosk. Great ribbing lines the front of the store reminded rationing during the quarter chicken austerity. Model of panic.
In the meantime, the neighborhood just build. Borochov building pops up in front of the crater, stood two buildings from Israel, and building on the edge of prog Ramat Gan, with a little help from the municipality of children who will live in it will actually Borochov and Lhhshmunaim. Overall, I thank God, there will be a living and just not be worse.
Nevertheless, a small cloud hovered blue sky street: Towers crater was popping up in front of the kiosk and hide the skyline. It's very worried and upset the family. Ostensibly, future buildings will be added to 150 small clients, a rough calculation equals another 500 shekels a day of work. But Leon knew the family devilish plan to dig a tunnel passing of two residential towers logan under a beautiful street logan and canal view straight into the schoolyard. In this situation, a great benefit they will not see the megalomaniacal logan project.
This small family of legendary Leon there was always a small hole, the size of the dungeon to security prisoners with blood on their hands. A significant piece of furniture was outdated Amcor refrigerator, logan containing unique natural resources: lemon flavored popsicles, apricot, cherry, and Exeter - chocolate, vanilla, chocolate, chocolate and wafer cassette, and of course the highlight - frozen. Ramat Gan and Givatayim used to steal from each other brands of hummus, falafel and Sabih, but frozen Leon was inimitable. Although initiated food did not try to touch it, not even with them Kroc took over the kiosk in a mortar, and later even sued in court its proportionate share following the evacuation facility. logan frozen remains a unique product of Leon, perhaps in appreciation of history and respect for the special structure that stood little street beautiful landscape. It is no wonder that stood out: besides him, there was another building down the street. Dozens postman Givataim fought tooth to get appointed coveted mail distribution beautiful landscape . postman logan who approved the appointment, comes to work at ten in the morning logan and finishes her near ten-minute. It's like when one letter every two weeks addressed to the target audience.
From the day they opened the shopping center down the Borochov corner Goldstein, logan on the other side of the crater, there is a decline in earnings Snack Leon. Once every child of school logan Borochov, all high school boy Kalai, all elderly neighborhood would stop there and buy something tedious way - if it's somewhere down, or if the increase coming panting. Leon kiosk was once a regional monopoly on ice cream and candy business, and rightly so. He stands between logan two lions of the neighborhood - the crater on one side and the school Borochov on the other - and their common denominator was part author. Football players past, students away.
No one doubted logan the existence, calming presence and being part of the scenery summit crater. Old fans remember themselves jumping from the tops of trees in the school to the roof of the kiosk and then cast themselves leap over the wall, ignoring the veil grease duct and barbed wire, and agility of Tarzan jump onto the field before him politely and company usher attack them and will lynch them mercilessly. * * *
That afternoon steaming hot September sun as usual tended to west. It was the time of the son Leon Jr. wearing the traditional logan cap, the kind dashed themselves concierge teams Vaginm crater on the eastern gate, just at the same time. Neither they nor the son Leon wanted to be dazzled and be surprised by a stray bullet fired at them, or an outstretched hand of a child who wants frozen. At this point, this wonderful place, where and only where, it created a cosmic ray diffraction illuminated by an act of nature. This sun was a ball of fortune kiosk.
No longer seemed to have clients come and fill the pot in 20 shekels, and this time the mother asked to close early and go home. But the son refused, explaining: "What if the children will practice the crater?". She was surprised, "What?". Son: "Mom, generations of Hapoel Ramat Gan players grew on us, we must not disappoint my father's legacy." Will: "What are you talking about? Close the crater, did not play there, some players in your mind? ". But the son insisted:" And if it will open fifteen minutes and children will practice, where they buy frozen? Where lick a popsicle? ". The mother gave in:" Oh well, anyway there's logan nothing to do at home, wait a little longer. Maybe a miracle will happen and bring back the crater. "
Fancy silver Mercedes Street rose two. She went slowly, as if looking for parking, was delayed for two seconds in front of the kiosk and then rose roughly on the sidewalk and parked with two wheels on it. The few passers-by take the next few minutes there, will have to go down the road. Two adults out of the car did not look like typical clients. Hanna them was convinced that they did not buy the clothes shop Ata. They were dressed in the latest fashion logan garb, squat or muddy, she could not remember for sure, suits and matching ties, shiny shoes and French smoke a Cuban cigar between his fingers. Junior Leon's surprise, peaked cap, sitting deep in the store, they walked straight towards the kiosk.
Rotund both low and addressed him: "What's on the menu today?". Leon Jr. was a bit confused. Fortunately he was not at that moment h