The car stopped smoothly on the newly surfaced parking area. Engine off. Lights off. Glad to be free of the car's confines they unloaded their bags from the boot. It was 11 o'clock at night and they were back at the kibbutz. He glanced at the car's exterior. 'Needs a wash,' he thought, 'just like me.'
After a coffee and a welcome shower he was asleep within minutes of touching the bed sheets