Affula was totally Jewish with warm friendly people. There were a few eccentrics, such as "The Yank". As the name implies, he lived in the U.S.A. at one time. He married the local hotel owner and seemed to have regretted it ever since. He knew everything, at least he thought he did,and would argue at the drop of a hat on any subject, a bit of a bore at that. There was an old harmless lunatic who went around talking to himself all day but could beat everyone at chess. My best friend Peter owned the local garage, he had a great smile and we spent many a coffee break together.

A Jewish Police Inspector there told me, he prayed three times a day to get to Palestine and now ten times a day to get out.

There were many community farms scattered around Palestine,called Kibbutzim. The people, mostly young, worked very hard without pay and only a small allotment of cigarettes. If required, they would receive a small allowance of money to go on holidays at another Kibbutz once a year.

On the odd occasion a kibbutz driver would do something stupid, which would require that I go to the Kibbutz and serve a summons to attend court. The kibbutzniks would make me welcome and always a very pretty young lady would serve me tea and cake. The young lady, like all females in the Kibbutz, wore a white shirt and a very scanty pair of blue shorts; the men wore the same, only the shorts did not seem so scanty on them. I am sure I got the blue ribbon treatment in the hope I would have compassion and not hand out too many tickets. I certainly had compassion but having a pretty lady in short shorts serve me tea and cake certainly was not the way to keep me away. I compromised, unless it was serious I would not serve the summons but issue a warning instead with a fine of two pieces of cake.