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BY WAY OF DECEPTION 103warn the others in the safe house that it wasn't safe anymore. Ofcourse, each <strong>of</strong> us knew where the others were going because wefiled our reports to Shai Kauly.At that point, I could do APAM in my sleep. On the fourth day, as Iwas heading to the Kur Building, I noticed I'd been picked up bysomeone near the Hakirya district. My regular security route wasto take the bus from Givataim, go to Derah Petha Tikvah, and get<strong>of</strong>f at the corner <strong>of</strong> Kaplan Street, which cuts right through theHakirya.That day I got <strong>of</strong>f the bus, did a circle — having done the samething before boarding it in Givataim — looked to the right, andsaw nothing. Glancing left, however, I noticed some men in a carin a parking lot. They just looked out <strong>of</strong> place, so I thought tomyself, okay, I'll play them and make them eat dirt.I headed south on Derah Petha Tikvah, a major artery with threelanes in both directions, which meant the car in the parking lotwould have to get ahead <strong>of</strong> me or they would lose me.I reached a point where a bridge crosses over Petha Tikvah to theKalka Building. It was about 11:45 a.m., and traffic was badlyjammed. I walked up onto the bridge, stopped, and could see thedriver <strong>of</strong> the car looking up at me, not expecting me to be lookingdown. There was another man behind me, but he couldn'tapproach me without my noticing him. On the other side <strong>of</strong> thebridge, there was yet another man ready to follow me if I turnednorth, and a third man ready to follow if I went south., From myvantage point on the bridge, I could see all <strong>of</strong> this clearly.There was an area under the bridge where cars could make U-turns. Instead <strong>of</strong> crossing the bridge, I made a big display <strong>of</strong>slapping my head, as if I'd forgotten something, then turnedaround and walked back to Kaplan Street — slowly for them tocatch up. I chuckled to myself when I heard cars honking fromunder the bridge as the tailing car tried to negotiate a U-turn inheavy traffic.On Kaplan, all they could do was follow me in a line. I wenthalfway up the street to a military post in front <strong>of</strong> the "Victor

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