On a dusty sofa beside the shipping container where one of their number lives, the young men pass the wine and play with the red-laser sight of a Glock pistol. Yehoshafat lights another cheap cigarette, combing his long, square beard with dirty fingers and pulling his big, knitted yarmulke down to his eyes. Yair eats a slice of barbecued lamb with his hands. Elisha points through the silent darkness to the lights of nearby Israeli settlements and tells the story of King David's meeting with his wife Avigail in the valley below. The hilltop, settled by a few youngsters in defiance...
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