Osa mv second trip to A~IIMB~I, T npin met__ '.A*, 31JL I bI.- L a r 4 c Y I I _- - =,- - tL1w i V- m w . .LPmnq - IA- -.ffi/-+&iC>*dJ1d+eJ hwra rmrwe~narm~-, mlrjmkcr llruaPASEEAIOEACOUpCm"r- snorthwest to Ramallah; T'd taken it countless times when I'd served inthe Jordan Beka'a, many years ago. The road was now in much bettercondition, but rhe view was the same.ZYie drove for about twenty minutes, during which time Fadllalexplained to me that this For him was still Jordan, and he didn't reallyfeel he was in a foreign land. "We have many friends here who are asloval to the king today as they were hefore '67," he said. "Actually,thky are probably more so today, since thev had to put their lives onthe line for His Majesty and did so, and are still doing so." Fadllaltapped the driver an the shoulder and pointed to a fork in the road,then said something to the man in Arabic. He turned to me. "We'llstop there for a c<strong>of</strong>fee and then head back. I've seen enough; youcould have sold me out ten times, and you didn't. T trust you. I: need KOsee one <strong>of</strong> my people here and give him some money, I make this tripalmost once a month, you know." The man was clearly proud <strong>of</strong> hisability and courage, entering enemy territory in such a nonchalantmanner. I felt a sense <strong>of</strong> relief; I only had to get back tn Amman in onepiece, and my mission was almost guaranteed success. In a short time,I had reached a higher stratum in the Jordanian intelligence than hadany <strong>other</strong> Israeli up to that point.The car came to a stop in front <strong>of</strong> a two-story building in the village<strong>of</strong> Dir Tarir. Children were playing soccer in the dusty field at theend <strong>of</strong> a shirt row <strong>of</strong> houses, right next to what looked like an abandonedmosque. Several old men were seated across the "street" in theshade <strong>of</strong> a green pergola at the entrance <strong>of</strong> what was probably thelocal grocerv. They were unimpressed with the visitors and kept onsipping ao t&ir tiny cups <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee.It seemed as if I was walking through a dream. Ther~ wits somethingsurrealistic about it all. Fadllal knocked on the metal door andwas almost instantlv greeted by our host, who wore a long white galabiaand a smile from ear to ear. After an extended series <strong>of</strong> greetings,we were ushered into a large living room. The furnishings wereextremelyloud and ornate. It could have been a showroom far Italianvelvet furniture. Within minutes, c<strong>of</strong>fee and sweets were brought intothe room bv the hest's wife, who set the treats on the dark woodenc<strong>of</strong>fee table. Smiling at us, she backed out <strong>of</strong> the room*Fadllal was not one to waste time. The moment the woman wasout <strong>of</strong> sight, he took a large 'bundle <strong>of</strong> American dollars from hispocket and handed it to the host. We then said something to the manin Arabic and signaled me to drink, saying, "We will he leaving in aminute, so drink pour c<strong>of</strong>fee and have a sweet. We will go back to
THE OTHER SIDE Ot DtCEPTlOS / 181Jericho and spend the rest <strong>of</strong> the day there and go back to Amman inthe evening, after the shift change <strong>of</strong> the guards at the bridge."I nodded and sipped the hot c<strong>of</strong>fee. Suddenly, a loud crashingsound came from the front door. Fadllal's eyes opened wide. Thehost's face was horrified. Something was wrong. Within seconds, therewere several Israeli soldiers in the room, pointing their weapons at usand shouting in Hebrew to <strong>other</strong>s out<strong>side</strong>. "We got them," the <strong>of</strong>ficershouted. "Search the rest <strong>of</strong> the house, go, go, go." Soldiers were allover the place. We could hear the women's cries and the sounds <strong>of</strong>breaking dishes.One <strong>of</strong> the soldiers was quickly tying our hands behind our backswith plastic disposable handcuffs. "What the hell is going on?" Ishouted in English. "I protest. I'm a British citizen, and I demand toknow what is going on.""You will be quiet," said the <strong>of</strong>ficer, pointing his automaticweapon at me. "Bring him in," he said to someone behind him in thehall. One <strong>of</strong> the old men I'd seen sitting on the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong> <strong>of</strong> the streetwas brought in. He stood there for a second, hesitant. The <strong>of</strong>ficershouted at him in Arabic. The old man pointed to Fadllal and saidsomething. "What I had dreaded had happened; nothing could be worse thanwhat was taking place. There was no way out <strong>of</strong> this. My only hopewas to stick to my story and bluff it out as a British subject. The soldierswere speaking Hebrew between them. "He's a Jordanian <strong>of</strong>ficer,"they said. "The <strong>other</strong>s are probably his men. We'll get more out <strong>of</strong>them in Ramallah." I knew that I had to do something. I con<strong>side</strong>redjumping out the window and risking being shot, which would be betterthan what awaited me in the interrogation rooms <strong>of</strong> the Shaback inRamallah."Take him downstairs," said the <strong>of</strong>ficer, pointing at Fadllal. "Andhim." He pointed at the host. They left the driver and me on the floor,guarded by two soldiers. Once the <strong>other</strong>s were out <strong>of</strong> sight, the driverstarted crying to the soldiers, talking in Arabic. One said to the <strong>other</strong>in Hebrew, "He says he's a tinker.^ He wants us to call the boss." Thesoldier who spoke Arabic walked over to the driver and picked him upby the collar, placing the rifle at the back <strong>of</strong> his head and pushing himtoward the door. Suddenly he slipped, and at the same instant hisweapon discharged. The sound was deafening, and the wall aroundthe door was at once covered with blood. The driver's head was half-3. Stinker: Slang for informer.missing. The soldier let go <strong>of</strong> the man, who slumped to the floor like asack <strong>of</strong> potatoes. The soldier started shouting at his friend, "You'recrazy! Look what you did! You're crazy!""It was an accident," the soldier shouted back. "A fucking accident."He ran to me, grabbed me by the collar, and shouted at me inHebrew, "Accident, right? Accident!" I couldn't say a word, only nodded.The <strong>other</strong> soldier shouted in Hebrew, "Shoot him, you have toshoot him. He's a witness, and he'll tell. Shoot him, you idiot, or Iwill." He lowered his gun and came at me. I could hear the sound <strong>of</strong>running up the stairs. The <strong>of</strong>ficer was at the door, but he just stoppedand stood there. I could see the soldier's finger tightening on the trigger.I hoped it would be over fast. I felt calm; there was nothing Icould do. I said to myself, Bella, I love you, I'm sorry for everything.The soldier pulled the trigger. I heard the knock <strong>of</strong> the hammer on theempty chamber.There was a moment <strong>of</strong> silence. I had my eyes shut tight, expectingthe final blow. Then I heard the loud laughter <strong>of</strong> Fadllal. In a singleinstant, it became clear to me that this was all a test. But how the helldid he get the soldiers to play along?Fadllal walked over to me and helped me up. He then gentlyremoved the cuffs from my hands and ushered me out <strong>of</strong> the place andinto the car. There was a new driver behind the wheel, and we drove<strong>of</strong>f. Fadllal explained it all on the way. The soldiers were Palestiniansfrom a special unit <strong>of</strong> the Jordanian intelligence; they'd been workingin the West Bank almost from 1968. They had several storage locationswith Israeli uniforms and arms and would assist in all kinds <strong>of</strong>reconnaissance jobs. They worked all over the country, and all <strong>of</strong> themspoke excellent Hebrew. At first, they were to be an asset in case <strong>of</strong>war, like the Germans had behind American lines in World War 11, butwhen the Jordanians started to work in the Territories, it was decidedto use them all the time. They monitored exercises and brought inample tactical information regarding the front line.The driver was a real traitor and had been under suspicion forsome time now. Fadllal had decided to use the elimination <strong>of</strong> thetraitor to test me. He had no doubt now that I was not working forthe Mossad.Crossing back into Jordan was as much <strong>of</strong> a strain on me as wasthe crossing into the West Bank. The guards were different, but theywere just as thorough, and the clearance seemed to take forever. Onceon the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong>, we took a taxi to a place called Tel Nimrim, where alight blue air-conditioned limo was waiting for us at the <strong>side</strong> <strong>of</strong> theroad. I slept the rest <strong>of</strong> the way to Amman. Fadllal woke me up when
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