In the late 1970s, I presided as a judge over a hearing in the Jerusalem District Labor Court, which began as a common dispute but had a dramatic conclusion. 
When we reached the last case of the afternoon docket, the courtroom had emptied out and only the parties involved in that dispute were present: the worker, his employer and their lawyers. The worker was a young man, 22 years old; we’ll call him David. The employer, an elderly man whose name was Sadya, looked unhappy about being in court. From the papers filed, we knew that Sadya owned and operated a basta (stall) in Mahane Yehuda, the famous Jerusalem open market, and that the young man had worked for him in the basta. Both were Jewish according to their names and represented by lawyers. The lawyers informed the court that the only witnesses would be David and Sadya.
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