I was in a Jerusalem cafe when I heard Yitzhak Rabin was dead

I was in a cafe in Jerusalem on King George Street with a Jerusalemite (Itzkik) when one of his friends entered and told us Rabin was dead. We didn't believe him. I thought he was conducting one of those psychological tests for a college class or something to see how we would react. Then another person came in and told everybody as we were leaving that Rabin had been shot and was dead. My first thought was: "Why couldn't it have been [Shimon] Peres?" and my second thought was "Oh my God, they'll use it as an excuse to crush the opposition!" Two months later I was unjustly deported....