Fima discovered that in addition to foreign travel the shop also sold tickets for the national lottery and various other lotteries. He leafed through a brochure offering “holiday packages” in splendid religious hotels in Safed and Tiberias, combining treatment for the body under the care of qualified medical staffs with purification of the soul by means of devotions “at the Holy Tombs of Lions of Torah and Eagles of Wisdom.” At that moment, perhaps because he noticed that the young travel agent’s starched white shirt was rather grubby at the collar and cuffs, just like his own, Fima changed his mind and decided to postpone his trip to Rome. At least until he had a chance to talk to his father about it and consult Uri Gefen, who was coming back today or tomorrow. Or was it Sunday? Nevertheless he took his time, leafed through another brochure with pictures of kosher hotels in “splendiferous Switzerland,” hesitated between the national lottery and the soccer pool, and decided to buy a ticket for the Magen David Adorn drawing so as not to disappoint the agent, who was waiting patiently and politely for him to finish making up his mind. But Fima had to make do without even this, because all he could find in his pocket, apart from Annette’s earring, was six shekels, the change from his meal in the flyblown cafeteria in Zephaniah Street. He therefore accepted with thanks some illustrated leaflets containing the itineraries and the minutest details about organized tours for groups of Torah-True Jews. In one of them, he found written in Hebrew, English, and Yiddish that by the grace of Almighty G-d it was now once again possible to make one’s devotions at the tombs of “aweful saints” in Poland and Hungary, to visit “Holy Places destroyed by the persecutors, may their name be blotted out!” and to enjoy “the mind-broadening beauties of Japheth—and all in an atmosphere of real yiddishkeit, strictly kosher under the auspices of qualified, pious, and seemly guides, and all with the blessing and recommendation of Leading Giants of Torah.” The travel agent said:

“Maybe you will change your mind and come and see us again when you have had a chance to think it over, sir?”

Fima said:

“Maybe. We’ll see. Thank you anyway, and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t mention it, sir. Our honor and pleasure. And a very good Sabbath to you.”