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he was in danger at least until they could check and realize he was a legal resident.
    "Papers please," the policeman asked solemnly.
    "I lost my card and I’m just on my way to the Interior Ministry."
    The officer looked at him mockingly. He had already heard those stories many times. "Do you live here?"
    "Yes, on the third floor," Daniel said.
    "How old are you?" The officer continued to ask. "Twenty."
    "Wait here." The officer said.
    Daniel was hoping to convince the police he was legal because of the fact he had no foreign accent. He noticed the policeman was exchanging things with the other police officer, who responded with a clever smile. The other police man approached Daniel and asked him to get into the car. Suddenly he heard the voice of a woman asking them to join the ride. Eight years had passed, but he could never forget. Her voice remained almost the same.
    "Neta?" he asked with half hesitation.
    Neta turned around and screamed. “Daniel! What are you doing here?!"
    The two officers looked at each other, wondering. They were bothered by the exchange. "Do you know him?" one of them inquired.
    "Of course I know him. He was a friend of mine for few years. What are you doing here in the car?"
    "They arrested me for illegal residency."
    Neta laughed, "Let him go. Are you crazy?" She mocked. "C’mon, get out of the car. Tell me," she turned to the policemen, "don’t you know your job? You arrest people in the middle of the street just like that?" She grabbed Daniel’s hands and pulled him out of the car and went to a small coffee shop across the street. "Crazy." she murmured.
    Daniel was happy for the lifesaver; what else could be better than seeing Neta. He loved her even after eight years had passed. He sat in front of her. He was looking at her prominent upper lip again. It was a slight impairment to perfect her lips, but for him, it added a lot of beauty to the words that were coming out of her mouth. He looked at her and was thrilled when she told him she had joined the police force a year ago. He was also elated when she told him her parents were not shouting anymore as they had before. In the midst of laughter, she revealed details about the chemical mixture… the sedatives she dripped into their cup of coffee every day. That’s how she was getting serenity in the house, except the first time, she put too much in by mistake and sedated them for two days. Her laugh conquered him. He did not want her to stop talking. But she stopped as she waited for him to tell her about his grandfather, and whether he had contacted him.
    Daniel looked into the cup of coffee in front of him, his eyelashes blocking his eyes. He played gently with the glass. "It’s interesting I met you one week after I visited him."
    "Well?" she urged him.
    "He threw me out. He said he is not my grandfather."
    Neta looked at him in astonishment. An awkward smile rested on his lips. "Drop it." he said.
    She took his hand, "Based on your reaction, I understand it's a long story. It’s not good to start it now. It hurts me to leave you in this situation, you'll probably want to talk about it, but I need to get back on duty. I’m running late. Maybe you want to drop by our house tomorrow? It would be nice if you can join us for a Friday meal so we can talk about the things we have been through for the past eight years."
    For Daniel, there was nothing more interesting to do than meeting Neta. He looked at his watch. There was still time to go to the Interior Ministry to do the things that had been interrupted. After waiting for one long hour, he was assisted by a nice clerk, but she was not able to find his information in the computer. "This can’t be happening, I had an ID, but I lost it." he insisted.
    The clerk did everything she could. She entered his details again and again. She even called her boss in the main office in Jerusalem, but failed to find anything. She shook her head with a feeling of sympathy. "Sorry, I don’t know what