A House On Mount Of Olives –
A Muslim named Abraham saw me at the hotel and knew where I could stay. Somehow I trusted him but soon realized it was a scam. I could have been taken as a hostage a number of times but there I was in his brother’s house being interrogated by a third man. This was the most interesting part of my visit to Jerusalem. After only two nights at a house in their neighborhood I had to leave. The money was not a problem and well worth the experience.
apocalypse 