The evening goes blind， and you are only twenty.： Nathan Alterman，Late Afternoon in the Market
You are only twenty
and your first pregnancy1 is a bomb.
Under your broad skirt you are pregnant with dynamite2
and metal shavings. This is how you walk in the market，
ticking among the people， you， Andaleeb Takatka.
Someone loosened the screws in your head
and launched you toward the city；
even though you come from Bethlehem，
the Home of Bread， you chose a bakery.
And there you pulled the trigger out of yourself，
and together with the Sabbath loaves，
sesame and poppy seed，
you flung yourself into the sky.
Together with Rebecca Fink you flew up
with Yelena Konreev from the Caucasus
and Nissim Cohen from Afghanistan
and Suhila Houshy from Iran
and two Chinese you swept along
to death.
Since then， other matters
have obscured your story，
about which I speak all the time
without having anything to say.
