Reuven Namdar: I loved the monastic, dusty space: the rows of gray metal pages, the golden light that filtered through the curtains. Asaf Gavron: On Sunday afternoons the mobile library and the ice cream truck would come together to our settlement, Moz Ilit, and stop side by side.
Yaniv Itzkovich: Every week I was allowed to take a book for each of his brothers and his father, and read it each week. Maya Arad: The library used to be at the bottom of Sderot Rder, next to the public telephone above the public shelter.