THE OTHER SIDE OF DECEPTION / 199Bella had gone to Israel for a week to get the rest <strong>of</strong> our thingstogether and bring them back to Canada. When she'd left Israel, it hadbeen in haste, and all she had wanted to do was find me, having beenalmost totally cut <strong>of</strong>f from me when I was in Jordan. She was dueback in Canada the following week. At about noon, I received a telephonecall at my house."Vic?" I recognized the voice instantly. But I was surprised thatEphraim was calling me at home."What?""How about we have lunch?""Where are you?" I could feel my body turn on to an alert state."I think that if you look out your window, you will see me. I'm ina phone booth across from a store called Canadian Tire."I looked down at the street, and there he was, in a light blue pinstripesuit."Where did you find the suit?" I asked, chuckling."Are you coming down, or should I come up there and drag youdown?""Do you realize how close we are to the Israeli embassy?" I asked."Sure, it's about a block down the street. But the man in charge <strong>of</strong>security is now on a shooting range in New York state with most <strong>of</strong>his men, and our liaison is in Washington. The coast is clear. We caneat anywhere you want to."I was down in a few minutes. It was a beautiful day. We ended upon the mezzanine level at the Westin Hotel, where we had a lightlunch. After giving me the Office gossip, Ephraim came to the point,namely the reason for his visit. "You have to make the move to Egyptnow. We can't wait any longer."I had in fact already made contacts in the Egyptian embassy inWashington and had been there twice. But at the time, on Ephraim'sadvice, I'd declined the invitation to go to Cairo. We were involved inmore important things just then, such as the Jordanian setup and themeetings with the British, and as Ephraim put it, the time was notright. I had a standing invitation from the then military attacht tocome for a visit.According to Ephraim, the man who'd made that invitation wasabout to be replaced, and since we didn't know who his replacementwould be, but already knew for a fact that the acting attacht was notworking for the Mossad, the window <strong>of</strong> opportunity for a safe entryinto Egypt was fast closing."You have to get in there and point out the connection with thefundamentalists. I'm getting some bits <strong>of</strong> information from time totime, and I need a way to let them have that information from asource they will trust.""Are you going to plant information to make a point?" I had toknow; if he was planning to use me as a tool for spreading disinformation,he could count me out. I had no special feelings for the Egyptians;it was just that I didn't believe in the Mossad's way <strong>of</strong> doingthings. I didn't think that what was bad for the goose was okay for thegander.He assured me that this was not the case; the information that hehad would lead to the arrest <strong>of</strong> several fundamentalists and the exposure<strong>of</strong> the armaments supply line from the Mujahideen in Afghanistanto the Muslim Br<strong>other</strong>hood in Egypt."That is a long way to carry arms," I noted.As it turned out, it was a complex pipeline, since a large portion <strong>of</strong>the Mujahideen's weapons were American-made and were supplied tothe Muslim Br<strong>other</strong>hood directly from Israel, using as carriers theBedouin nomads who roamed the demilitarized zones in the Sinai.The Mossad could <strong>of</strong> course also supply Soviet-made equipmentfrom the spoils <strong>of</strong> the PLO stores seized in the 1982 war on the PLOin Lebanon. Once it was on Egyptian territory, the mattriel waspassed to an intermediary who would make the final delivery. As paymentfor the armaments, the Mossad would contract targets to be hitin<strong>side</strong> Egypt."Destabilize, destabilize, destabilize," Ephraim said. "That is allthey're doing, all the time. No matter what anyone says, all they canthink about is creating a shambles. They don't understand that thisjungle they're creating will one day swallow them too.""Bella is due back on the first. I'll take her and the kids on a smalltrip to Washington and pick up my visa there. That is, if my contact isstill working.""Don't delay. I hear you've been talking to Uri."His statement caught me totally by surprise. I wasn't quite surewhat to say, if anything. "Do you have a slow ignition or something?That was a long time ago.""Kot that long. Have you been in contact with him since?""Ask him."He didn't say an<strong>other</strong> word about it. At the end <strong>of</strong> the day, he hadme drive him to the airport, and <strong>of</strong>f he went. He was going to give mesome information about the armaments transfer after I got back fromWashington and had a firm date to travel.
200 / VICTOR OSTROVSKl* * *We took our little trip to Washington on Friday, July 4, enteringthe United States on a very festive occasion. I planned to drive downon the weekend, making it to the Egyptian embassy first thing Mondaymorning. The drive went without a hitch. I'd told Bella that I wasto meet some diplomats from Zaire and arrange for my trip there. Atthe embassy, things went smoothly. After I handed my passport to thesecurity man at the door, my contact escorted me into a large roomfancily decorated in light blue. I was asked to wait under a goldframedportrait <strong>of</strong> the smiling Pre<strong>side</strong>nt Hosni Mubarak. Several minuteslater, the attache came in and greeted me warmly. He was curiousas to whether I was superstitious at all. I assured him I was not.He said that my flight to Cairo was scheduled for July 13, which wasbut one week away. I felt a slight weakness in my knees, but I wasn'tgoing to let on that I had any problem with that.My tickets would be waiting for me at the Aer Lingus counter inKennedy Airport, but I would have to pay for them; they were goingto make the reservation only. He handed me an envelope with twothousand dollars in it. I was to come back on July 20, according tohim, and would be picked up at the airport and taken to a safe place.He promised me that I had nothing to worry about and that the matter<strong>of</strong> payment for my services would be discussed by the authoritieswhen I got there. He made it very clear that, because <strong>of</strong> his diplomaticstatus and the respect he had for the United States as its guest,he was not able to get involved in this matter beyond the liaisonstage."As long as your heart is pure when you deal with us," the mansaid with a smile, "you have absolutely nothing to worry about."That statement scared me more than any threat I'd ever received.It was a veiled threat if ever I heard one-or was it because I was thethief with his hat on fire that I took it that way?I was very preoccupied on my way back to Ottawa. I was feeling astrange sense <strong>of</strong> imminent doom. At last, I'd settled in a place where Ifelt comfortable and started a new life, and here I was leaving it allbehind and embarking on a journey back into the hell I'd so recentlyleft. But I knew that this new life was only make-believe and that Iwas still a soldier on the most remote outpost <strong>of</strong> his country's border,a border so distant and murky that it was not clear which <strong>side</strong> <strong>of</strong> ityou were on. It was the kind <strong>of</strong> border you needed philosophy todefine, and I didn't like it at all.iII arrived in New York in the afternoon and picked up my ticket atthe counter, just as planned. I was to go aboard Egypt Air Flight 986,departure time 22:00, so I had some time to kill.I felt very uncomfortable about what I was going to do. Leavingthe safety <strong>of</strong> the United States was something my whole body rebelledagainst. I'd been exposed to far too many intelligence agencies in thepast few months to feel safe on such a trip. It seemed almost impossiblethat the Egyptians, who had a very efficient although somewhatcbscure intelligence agency, had not heard about at least one <strong>of</strong> myescapades.The flight took <strong>of</strong>f on time, and I was trapped in it, headinginevitably for whatever awaited me. I couldn't sleep all the way, feelingguilty about not telling Bella where I was going. But it was more aselfish thought than one <strong>of</strong> concern: If I'd told Bella at least someonebe<strong>side</strong>s Ephraim would know where I was.We flew into daylight above the sparkling blue Mediterranean.The pilot announced the beginning <strong>of</strong> our descent into Cairo International,and the stunning yellow landscape <strong>of</strong> Egypt took over from thecool blue sea. The closer we got, the more hazy the scenery became.By the time we landed, you didn't have to be out<strong>side</strong> to know how hotit was.The naked lightbulb dangling from the moldy ceiling flickeredmomentarily, ending my recollection <strong>of</strong> the past six months. I heard afaint scream somewhere in the bowels <strong>of</strong> what I had thought to be anempty building. The barely audible shrieks instantly drenched me incold sweat. I lay on my back, my eyes following a large brown cockroachmaking its way across the ceiling <strong>of</strong> my cell.Then the old man was back with a fresh pitcher <strong>of</strong> lemonade anda food tray. Lying there, driven to exasperation by the metronomicquality <strong>of</strong> my existence, fearing that the old man would appear likethis at the appointed time for the next thousand days, I realized I hadKO do something to get someone's attention. 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