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EXT. SUNSET. YARKON RIVER BANK<\/span><\/span><\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n Yoram Nacman sits in a tranquil and secluded spot, away from the city's noise. Behind him is the Reading Power Station, along the Yarkon River, several meters away from the bridge. Several fishermen are standing on the bridge and along the shore, trying unsuccessfully to catch fish. The prophet sits by the edge of the green waters. A few flies and one dragonfly buzz around him, breaking the silence. Across from him, two young children, around elementary school age, walk by on a small trip, one of them holding a bicycle. Two rowers in a narrow canoe pass by, their faces gloomy, not noticing him, leaving a trail of ripples in the water. Quiet. Yoram Nachman closes his eyes as the sun descends toward the horizon. He remains sitting on the edge of the Yarkon, his hands embracing his knees, his mind empty of thoughts but filled with deep sorrow about the task imposed upon him, his inability to prove the truth of his words.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n INT. NIGHT. YORAM'S KITCHEN<\/span><\/span><\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n Yoram stands in his dark kitchen. He opens the fridge, and a yellow light illuminates his face. He bends down to the empty fridge, containing only a margarine pack, a milk carton, and two eggs.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n CUT TO<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n INT. NIGHT. YORAM'S BEDROOM<\/span><\/span><\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n Yoram's wife is sleeping. She breathes heavily, tossing from side to side.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n YORAM'S WIFE (in her sleep)<\/span><\/span><\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n Yoram, no! Yoram…<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n And then she returns to her slumber.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n <\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" EXT. SUNSET. YARKON RIVER BANK Yoram Nacman sits in a tranquil and secluded spot, away from the city's noise. Behind him is the Reading Power Station, along the Yarkon River, several meters away from the bridge. Several fishermen are standing on the bridge and along the shore, trying unsuccessfully to catch fish. The prophet […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":385,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[172],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5564","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-prophet"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5564","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5564"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5564\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5565,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5564\/revisions\/5565"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/385"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}