The Israeli flag wrapped around the blonde who was standing in a blood square in the center of Amsterdam. The tall Dutchwoman argued with a number of women in black, next to a stand that sided with the Israeli side, in front of the fake photos that hung on the counter of terror fans. Gradually, more and more oriental-looking passers-by gathered in front of her. They surrounded her with hostility and also began to harass her handful of members of the "Christians for Israel" movement. "You know, I's short-sighted and did not even notice when you joined the demonstration in the square. Only at the end, when you went to return the flag, I felt the click, remember?" I did not know what she was talking about, but who cared? The main thing that the ego blossomed. She was beautiful, Zionist and brave. "You are as tall as the Dutch. But I am attracted to brave men, especially if they are Israelis," she flattered at the end of another conversation that lasted more than an hour, promising a surprise. When I opened the addictive correspondence app the next day, I was surprised to discover an up-to-date photo, almost completely naked, in a button-down nightgown and a generous neckline. "Love?"  I answered in the affirmative and she, in a happy voice, promised to delight me with an even bolder surprise.