This is our local grocery store. We try not to shop there too often because it’s expensive, and offers a fairly unimaginative selection of coffees. But, being four blocks away, it still has it’s value. Such as when, fact-checking an article about the al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigade cell in Nablus last summer for a magazine, I ran into a friend who had just spent a month working with an NGO in the West Bank city.
"The author identifies the head of the local ‘Brigade crew," I told Rebecca when I saw her, dropping the name given to the commander. "You must have run into those people with some frequency when you were there. Does it ring a bell?" I asked. Laughing, she gently replied, "No, of course not. That’s definitely not the guy’s name, and besides, I couldn’t pin a pseudonym on him if I tried."