שלוש בלילה (נוקטורנו)

Three in the morning
This is the hour when the guards are relaxed.
Three in the morning
Everyone knows, meetings happen.

This is how the underground "Idan haPlastic” (“Plastic Age") band sings, their songs are not heard on the radio, and the State Guard is looking for its members, who move from hiding place to hiding place, and appear from time to time in surprise performances in unexpected places. They give one song (the popular songs are "Let's set up a meeting at three in the morning", "Nocturno" and "Interaction"), plus a chord or two, and disappear. There are many rumors about this band, nobody knows who they really are.
And everyone knows the places where these meetings take place, between the borders, forbidden meetings between residents of the compounds whose passage and interaction are prohibited during the day, unless you have a permit for which you need a sea of ​​golden Pulsas, and if you are caught by a patrol of the guards trying to pass or interact, They will take you straight to the ‘labeled’ camp on the mountain whose name is not mentioned. There is also the option of "hosting", as Shir says, "taking advantage of what you are blessed with between your legs. It is true that they are disgusting, the most disgusting, smelly and everything, ignore it. They are the only key." Alva is less flowing with it.
A section of Bezalel Street, the street that demarcates the areas in Jerusalem, between where the "Beit Ha'am" used to be, which is now the headquarters of the Guards, and where "Bezalel" used to be and now has an empty building, is the place of meetings in Jerusalem.  During the day, it's full of Guard vehicles going in and out of the headquarters and the plaza of one building in front of it. There is also a transit station there through which those who have a permit pass, between the "area" where the officials and the protected live, as well as students studying at the nearby campus**, and the rest of the city. There is no chance of trying to move from there to "the area" or anywhere. At three o'clock in the morning, while the guards are sleeping, it's another world, full of noises, hints, hidden voices, sights that slowly reveal themselves.
Recently, Zvi also arrives there, from the bakery in the Beit Israel neighborhood in the heart of the "Northern Area", riding the bicycle he received since he became a messenger, after the disappearance of the previous three who went on the same mission, to bring the special "Lehm Samet" to the loyal customers in the Rehavia neighborhood. Now he also works in the bakery shop, since Ephraim Samet, who was in charge of the bakery shop, was recruited to the Guards, to the dismay of his uncle, Michael Samet, who owns the bakery. Now the work is easier, and he doesn't sell alone, there is also Bracha, who is a kind of Michael's adopted daughter. But the main thing is the fresh air, it no longer has to be suffocated by the heat of the ovens that are constantly in the inner hall. It's spring now, and Zvi has been here for a year already, suddenly there are hours of vigilance at night, free hours, something new dawns on him when he goes out with his bicycle to the border compound, the meetings place.
At first no one is seen, panic seizes him. Ephraim himself confirmed, when he visited the bakery, with the uniform of the Guard, that at this hour there was no way that any of them were awake. They also know about the meetings, but at this time they call sleep holy holy holy (Kadosh Kadosh Kadosh) and no one will drag them into blasphemy, even landing a spaceship full of 'leftists' (enemies of the world order, responsible for the situation collaborating with virus-spreading aliens). That's what Ephraim said, but what a folly to trust this man, maybe he only said it because he knew you were listening, he is certainly one who is capable. But within moments the darkness is filled with murmurs, voices, words, talking, whistling, hinting. You begin to realize that you are not alone. There is another bike. More people, a lot, actually. On both sides of the plaza that separates the areas during the day. Three in the morning is another world. There is no fence there, some come even with white shirts, others are careful. Sometimes there are also those who take the plunge and cross the clearly marked line on the middle of the road. Some even lean on the Guards patrol cars parked right in the middle of the road, playing hide and seek with each other. Boys, girls, and Zvi suddenly remembers, in fact he remembers all the time, that strange girl, thin as a bird, with short black hair, who just after he left the store in the heart of the "area" there he brought the last loaves of 'Lehm Samet' left for that day, she suddenly appeared on his own bike he left outside, apologizing for stealing it. There's a chance, he's pretty sure actually, that she also comes here at these hours, to the forbidden meeting line.

Something has also been waking up in Alva for the past few nights, and she can no longer lock it away. After three months since January, during which she hardly left the house except for a few times, like that time when she stole the bike and immediately returned it, she won't leave here. And of course, she doesn't dare to approach the meeting line after that humiliating night at that guard's house, whom she was turned on by his beautiful eyes and walked with him to his house, or what seemed to her like a small guard station in one of the small alleys north of the line. Even Shir, who 'hosted' all the guards, told her, "No way, not with him. Do you hear? No way!" But she told herself that she was going for the chance to have a phone call with her family in the Moshav; she didn't even know if they were still there or if they were even alive, and she left Shir alone, and since then, she hasn't seen her, and friends said she disappeared. And then the dodging in the alleys, the showering in a rubber hose she saw in one of the courtyards, ignoring the cold and her being naked outside just to clean herself, to get rid of all the dirt he left on her body before he pushed her out of the apartment "because the supervisors are coming," he barely gave her time to get dressed, and of course, he didn't let her make any phone calls. And then she was sick, and even after that, she closed herself in her house and in the safe streets she was familiar with. Until this night when she found herself overcoming, returning to the meeting line. Then she suddenly saw the guy, that cute guy with the bike, and knew that she wanted to be with him, and not just tonight.

Zvi moved in with Alva in a basement apartment in the Rehavia neighborhood, where they lived for about two years and three months and every day delivered mail to the residents of the "area" who still received letters. The mail was collected at the post office on Chopin Street, in front of the abandoned Jerusalem Theater. In the war that broke out between the labeled-right and the labeled-left, their house was set on fire and they found refuge in the northern neighborhood of Neve Yaakov, where they were brought by a truck driver who picked them up on the way. Even there they distributed the few letters that still arrived to the residents, until four years later the stolen Stoli located them and collected them in his spaceship and they traveled to the meeting point of חפא's group.

* Pulsas are the currencies that replaced the existing money after the galactic dark and its collaboratorstook over. Very hard to get them.

** In the alternative history, the transfer of the humanities and social sciences faculties of the Hebrew University from Givat Ram to Mount Scopus in 1981 did not take place, and the buildings built on Mount Scopus are now used for the disappearance of detainees, and this is the mountain whose name is not mentioned.