Then we got to that fateful evening
which was full of my personal experiences.
I fooled around. We, Gush Shalom, went to all of these demonstrations
with our signs and our slogans and primarily the symbol of the two flags that I really liked.
It had always been a problem how to get them there, to these demonstrations.
So I acted like a wise guy and I said: 'You know what? I have an idea.
We'll put all of these things in my car the night before and I'll park the car near the square
and then we'll take them out of the car. It's just a short walk from there'. So that's what we did.
The next day, innocently, with no flags, no symbols we went to the square,
to the car, and the car was gone.
Apparently the police came in the night and towed all of the cars in the area
to the parking lot in Jaffa.
We only had a few minutes before the demonstration was to start, perhaps fifteen minutes, and no signs, no nothing.
I took a taxi and drove quickly to the police parking lot
near the old train station and got there to reclaim the car,
but I had no money. It was a few hundred shekels which I didn't have,
but a complete stranger, a young couple, the guy saw that I was really desperate
and he said: 'You're short of money? I'll lend it to you -
you can send it back to me when you get the chance', and he gave me his name and address. A person that I didn't know at all.
I took the car and raced there
and the police let me drive up close to the square beyond the blockade,
and I parked the car on Ben-Gurion Boulevard near the last house on the right,
They only had to cross the street so I called our people
and we conducted our 'demonstration within a demonstration' as usual.
I always managed somehow to be in the first row of the demonstration.
The demonstration was approaching and I again I was smart and said:
'I'll drive up a bit, I'll manage with the car and I'll wait for you to put the signs into the car'.
I was sitting in the car alone and suddenly I noticed some movement,
things happening, police cars, sirens, cars flying right and left,
and I realised that something had happened.
While our members were loading the signs into the car,
someone, a passerby, shouted to me: 'They've shot Rabin!'
So we said there's no point for us waiting there,
so we brought the signs to the office.
I got home, turned on the radio and there I heard he was dead.
Then we saw the demonstration with the candles, the 'candle children'.
I argued about it. A few days later I met Mikado −
whose real name was Michel Warschawski
but everyone called him Mikado since childhood because he has something Japanese about his face,
and we argued and he said: 'This is a revolution,
these young people with candles will bring about a revolution'.
And I said, 'I highly doubt it –
these youths will light the candles and will go home', and so it was.