The year is 1950.

 

They have been in Israel about a year.

 

 

Their eyes look straight at the photographer

 

They refuse to look back to the past.

 

A black screen sets them apart

 

lest its come into the light.

 

 

From that moment on, the film of their life will be screened as an ending without

 

beginning.

 

There will be no moments of saccharine-sweet bliss or Hollywood happy ending,

 

only an eternal end a closed Sisyphean circuit.

 

Their wedding photo too will be remembered in black-and-white.