Jerusalem, Hanukah, 1982

North of the Old City, and
A bit west, we walked,
Years ago, during another war,
Which perhaps sadly was the same war,
On a dark street poorly lit,
The last night of Hanukah
In the Bukharan quarter.

The streets were poorly paved,
Lights only at the distant
Intersections.
Each balcony, constructed 
Lattice-work, on the four-five
Story buildings, set the…