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Tick...Tick...Tick....It Begins on a hot August morning with a dark-haired, mustachioed man in an orange ten-year-old Opel Rekord sedan, driving nervously through downtown Jerusalem, looking for a place to park.He frequently checks the time and as the minutes pass, his perspiration has nothing to do with the morning sun.He turns onto a side street that serves as a parking lot and a pedestrian short cut from a poor residential neighborhood to the downtown commercial district.To his east, on the r...