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Tel-Aviv: a corner of heaven in the Gush-Dan district, green
parks filled with playing kids among high skyscrapers that
reach beyond the clouds, shining in the sun, beaches with
sand glittering with golden colour, crowded with people
enjoying the sun, business offices, and hi-tech
industries... Round solar energy collectors rotating
silently on each of the flat roofs of the buildings to
produce electricity... In the 22nd century, electric power
isn't a problem... but pollution is.
Tel-Aviv is a corner of heaven, surrounded by air purifier
plants all around.

From one of the open windows on a residential skyscraper a
voice is heard:
"News report:
The last terract in Bethlehem has taken the lives of 6
tourists, 4 of them from the U.S., the U.S. ambassador will
arrive today in Tel-Aviv for the peace negotiating meeting
between the Israeli prime-minister and the Palestinian
president. Representatives from the FATAH and the HAMAS
organizations will be present too."

Not too far away, in a regular, tourist crowded coffee shop,
a man dressed in t-shirt, sweater and jeans is sitting at a
table and drinks his coffee, black and strong...

His name is Badel.

"Let's see what did they give me for my last journey, this
was supposed to be my last journey, wasn't it? Hehehe..."
thought Badel

He reached for his dark blue briefcase under his chair,
pulled it up his knees and opened it.
On one side of the briefcase there was a complex, handmade
device, it was humming very weakly.
On the other side of the briefcase there were two cylinders,
one small and one big.

He took the small cylinder, opened it, and let the object
fall on his hand, a long, brown object, strongly smelling
of....

"Tobacco!" He said, and the few people in the café
turned to him in confusion.
In his hand was an expansive Cuban cigar.
He bit the tip of the cigar and started to smoke...

"And to think this was supposed to be my last smoke, anyway,
soon, there will be a lot of smoke... and more..."