Palestine snapshot

I was walking down a street in Ramallah with Sulaiman and his seven Couch Surfers, two French, five Polish. Sulaiman was explaining that the Sweet shop (heluwiyat) we were passing was so good, he usually eats Kunafe from there every day and we'd have to stop there after eating at this restaurant we were headed to. It was starting to rain  and we still had a ways to go. A BMW pulls up next to us and a guy sticks his head out and says, "sorry!" About the rain, I guess. Then they pull away, blasting "Careless Whisper."