Meantime I had to rush off to Tel Aviv for a check up. Took advantage of the trip also to meet up with some people. I had planned to return home by evening but being my luck, I broke the key in the gate. We could not extract the broken part of the key from the keyhole. Disaster! As it was Sabbat, jews don't work so we had to find an arab locksmith to come. He stupidly sawed off the little part sticking out of the keyhole ... thus ending our chance to even grasp at that little end to pull it out. I was terribly upset. The locksmith said he'd come to redo everything 3 days later. So very typically local.
So instead of going home, I decided to stay back and watch the door as no one could enter the monastery from the outside ... and many of the fathers were outside celebrating Sunday Mass in other cities. From 2.30pm to 11.30pm I sat at the doorway waiting till everyone returned. It was exhausting, But the community was very understanding and kept asking me to go to sleep, that it could have happened to anyone. And the stalls in front of the church also stayed opened till midnight as there was a concert in the opposite hill and there were lots of tourists and local visitors. The shop keepers were very kind. Shlomi who runs a juice stall gave me fruit and juice free of charge as it was very hot. Rudy and Mier who both run trinket stalls, came to help me try extricate the broken key but failed. Every one was very nice ... but I still felt terrible.
Anyway I did finally fall asleep and when I was up in the kitchen at 6.30am, indian Fr Tojy was also there and he said he'll try to remove the broken key. I wanted to say "forget it, we tried everything" but he seemed very sure of himself. So he went downstairs while I stayed in the kitchen drinking my morning honey/lemon mix. After 10 minutes he came back and said it's fixed, the broken part had been pulled out and there's no need to replace the entire lock. Tojy really knows his stuff.
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| Fr Tojy (r) with Fr Roshan at Kohinoor for lunch as my thanks to Tojy for helping me with the door |
I was very happy and relieved. Tojy and his guest Fr. Roshan were going to Jerusalem to celebrate the Malayalam Mass so since I was going home, I offered to bring them back with me. Just my luck. As we entered Shaar Haggai valley - the narrowest part of Highway 1 linking Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, our car broke down. The radiator was overheated and we had no water to cool it off. Cars refused to stop and help because it was the narrowest part of the Highway. We stood in the sun and heat and dust for over an hour waving down for help but no one did. Luckily our call to Automobile Association of Israel got through and they sent a truck over. The man was very kind, checked the entire car and filled up the radiator with 10 litres of water. The he drove behind us along the Highway till we reached a petrol station where we could get another check. When this was done, and our driver and the technician were satisfied, then he drove off. We were very impressed by this. The technician refused to accept payment as it was AA's policy to offer free service. Thanks to our AA angel ... we arrived safely in Jerusalem and just in time for Mass.










