"And that's all?" Efrat asked.

"Well, he also said that I must choose wisely and carefully, because once I choose, there is no turning back, so"

Efrat and Roy exchanged glances, but before either of them could say anything, Roy had to brake the car almost suddenly before the last traffic light at the entrance to the accommodation complex in Yotbata. The first. "Okay," he announced loudly. "Somebody said they were hungry, right?"

"Ice cream!" Danny exclaimed in response.

Roy and Efrat burst out laughing with relief at what seemed to them to be a completely normal reaction on the part of their son. Roy hastened to open the car door and help Danny get out and stand stably on the crutches he received at the hospital. The three began to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant. At the end of the parking lot, not far away, there were several decorated camels and next to them two Bedouins who waited with bored indifference for the tourists wishing to experience riding a camel. Efrat and Roy ignored them, but something caught Danny's attention and he stopped and turned so suddenly that he almost tripped and fell.

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Next to the Bedouins and the camels, on a rug on the ground, sat a man wearing a colorful vest and equally colorful sharwals, a golden sash around his waist and a red turban on his head.

Danny looked at the man and for a moment he was ready to swear that the man looked back at him, but then he felt his father's strong arm holding him and steadying him. "Danny! What happened? Is everything okay?"

Danny grabbed his father's arm and shouted: "Dad! He's here!"

Roy was confused for a moment. "Who?! Where?!"

"The Genie! He's there! Look!"

But apart from the Bedouins and the camels, there was no one there.

Danny continued to look in that direction for a few more seconds, struggling to overcome his disappointment, but finally let his parents lead him into the restaurant.

None of them paid any attention to the stall selling souvenirs, decorative objects and handicrafts that stood not far from the camel riding complex. In one of the corners of the booth a glass bottle, very old and dirty looking, could be seen.