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One of my few negative memories of living in Israel was that you could be sat on your balcony, enjoying a warm evening, and a cockroach might fly into you. Big buggers they were... in comparison, the house-dwelling varieties were almost cute.
A friend of mine showed me where the big 'roaches hung out during the day, by opening up a manhole cover to a sewer: hundreds of the bloody things were lining the walls.
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