Previously, in Ofakim, the market was just a sky in an uncomfortable, crowded, cramped place. Then it was moved to the outskirts. It was more spacious, better, freer. It was funny first to hear the sellers shouting -"Geveret, cancer hamesh shekel (Madam, only shekel) Shelosh be eser.(Three by ten) There are queens here.(Strawberries are sweet-sweet) By evening, these screams became louder and more intense - the closing was approaching, and the goods were not all sold.
Shekel ehad, cancer shekel, geveret, cancer shekel.(One shekel, madam, only one shekel) All this cacophony was mixed with the smells of dill, parsley, strawberries, garlic and something else not clear.
In a word, the BAZAAR.