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By Way of Deception

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BY WAY OF DECEPTION 35In 1981 I left the navy, having served in Lebanon at the start <strong>of</strong> thewar. As an accomplished graphic artist, I decided to open my ownbusiness, making stained-glass windows. I made a few and triedto sell them but soon realized that stained glass wasn't all thatpopular in Israel, partly because it reminded people <strong>of</strong> churches.Nobody wanted to buy the windows. A number <strong>of</strong> people wereinterested in learning how to make them, though, so I turned myshop into a school.In October 1982, I received a cable at home giving me a telephonenumber to call on Thursday between 9 a.m. and 7 p.m. I was toask for Deborah. I phoned right away. They gave me an addresson the main floor <strong>of</strong> the Hadar Dafna Building, an <strong>of</strong>fice tower onKing Saul Boulevard, in Tel Aviv— later, I learned it was the Mossad headquarters building— one <strong>of</strong> those gray, bare concrete things popular in Israel.I walked into the lobby. There was a bank on the right, and on thewall to the left <strong>of</strong> the entrance, a small, inconspicuous sign:Security Service Recruitment. My previous experience was stillhaunting me. I felt I'd really missed out on something.Because I was so anxious, I arrived an hour early and went to thesecond-floor cafeteria, which is open to the public. On that side <strong>of</strong>the building, several private businesses gave the place quite aregular feeling, but Mossad headquarters was constructed as abuilding within a building. I had a toasted cheese sandwich — I'llnever forget that. As I ate it, I was looking around the roomwondering if anyone else there had been called like I had.When the time came, I went downstairs to the designated <strong>of</strong>ficeand eventually was shown into a small room with a large, lightcoloredwood desk. It was sparsely furnished. There was an inand-outbasket on the desk, a telephone, a mirror on the wall, andthe photo <strong>of</strong> a man who looked familiar, though I couldn't quiteplace him.The pleasant-looking fellow at the desk opened a small file,glanced at it quickly, and said, "We're looking for people. Our

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