"with his legs apart, leaning on an old Czech rifle. He was smoking the dog end of a cigarette, and when he saw Shmuel and Atalia he spoke without removing it: "Closed. No entry." "Why?" Atalia laughed. The soldier raised the cap slightly from one ear and replied: "Closed by order, lady. No entry." "But we had no intention of going inside," Atalia said, pulling Shmuel by the arm. Shmuel lingered and asked the soldier: "When does your watch finish?"