‘Which bus do I need for the Hebrew University?’ Goliath asked a random Israeli as he stepped out of the central bus station in Jerusalem.
‘What campus you want?’ asked the Israeli in broken English. ‘Givat Ram or Mount Scopus?’
‘I don’t know. The one with the library.’
‘They both have library.’
‘I mean the National Library.’
‘Ah, you want Givat Ram. It’s near here. You need number nine.’
And with that, Goliath was abandoned and left to wait for the bus. When it arrived at the university it made a sweep round the car park before coming to a stop in a forecourt outside the gates and everyone poured out of the bus.
He had to pass through a cursory security check, but they were only looking for weapons and no one checked his identity. Once inside the campus, he asked the way to the National Library. He was told that it was at the end of the long row of buildings to his right. He walked in the shade, instead of on the grass to the left, and all the while he was thinking about how he was going to do this. How would they react? How good was the security? Was he going to kill them all?