202 / VICTOR OSTROVSKYthe cell. I lay back on the bed. The fan abruptly stopped working, andit was too hot to do anything about it. The cockroach on the ceilingwas gone.I thought about my predicament. It was already four days since I'dbeen thrown into this cell. The possibility that this might be "home"for the rest <strong>of</strong> my life was terrifying. To escape the horror <strong>of</strong> such aprospect, I began a fantasy <strong>of</strong> how things were working out and how Iwould soon be out <strong>of</strong> there.I think it was some time in the early afternoon when the dooropened and a large man in a light gray short-sleeve suit entered theroom. I'd just stepped out <strong>of</strong> the shower and was still half-dressed. Iwas taking a shower every few hours, and I only dressed sufficiently tobe decent, in case I had a visitor."Mr. Ostrovsky?" the large man said with a friendly smile. Hisshining bald head was well tanned and so was his face. I could tellfrom his tan line that he normally wore a T-shirt and not the V collarthat he wore now.I turned my head as if looking for someone behind me. "I guessyou must be looking for me?"His smile broadened. "I must apologize for the delay in coming togreet you."I stared at the man without a word. still in the dormant mode I'dadopted. This man could depart at any minute and not come back,leaving me to my torment all over again. I decided that I would doanything to get out <strong>of</strong> that horrible place."If you would get dressed, I'll escort you to meet some peoplewho're expecting you."I nodded and within minutes was following him down the hallinto a large conference room. At the end <strong>of</strong> the long table was a pile <strong>of</strong>Bamahanehl magazines. The room appeared to have been plucked out<strong>of</strong> a modern <strong>of</strong>fice building; it was fresh and clean and seemed quiteout <strong>of</strong> place in this dilapidated old structure. There was a c<strong>of</strong>feemakerin the corner, and the aroma <strong>of</strong> American-style brewed c<strong>of</strong>fee hung inthe air. The big man <strong>of</strong>fered me a cup and then pointed to the traywith milk and sugar. To the right was a large wall mirror. Someoneopened a door behind the mirror, causing the mirror to be transparentfor a split second. I saw several people sitting behind it and a cameraon a tripod set up in the corner.1. Bamahaneh: The word means "in the camp" and refers to the weekly magazine<strong>of</strong> the Israeli military.II_dLTHE OTHER SIDE OF DECEPTION / 203"What are the magazines for?" I asked. The man told me that theywere for me, and that I could take them to my room after we were finishedtoday. What he said had an ominous ring to it. I didn't want togo back to my "room"; I wanted out <strong>of</strong> the whole rotten place, but Ihad to keep my cool.Things began to move very fast. The Egyptians handed me a pile<strong>of</strong> photographs and asked me to identify people from the Mossad.They were not playing games as most <strong>of</strong> the <strong>other</strong> agencies had. Eachphoto had a name under it in both English and Arabic. There werefewer than five photos that I couldn't identify. And I was told thatthey were serving in Europe, so it was quite likely that I didn't knowthem. They also had a chart <strong>of</strong> the Mossad departments and the floorplan <strong>of</strong> the building on King Saul Boulevard. They wanted me to showthem where I used to sit when I worked on the Danish desk.At that point, it was clear that they'd already spoken to someonewho'd worked in the building and were quite up to date on the organization.My host became much more relaxed once he learned that Icould not name any Egyptians working for the Mossad. And he wasmore than happy to get the information about the weapons infiltrationfor the Muslim Br<strong>other</strong>hood.He then wanted to hear as much as I could tell him about RobertMaxwell, the British newspaper magnate. His reason was that theywere aware <strong>of</strong> the constant Mossad interest in purchasing media sothat it could both influence public opinion and use journalism as acover for inserting - agents - into countries.It seemed my host was as eager to show me how much he knew ashe was to hear about things he didn't know-not a good trait for anintelligence <strong>of</strong>ficer. He identified Maxwell as a Mossad agent and alsoreminded me <strong>of</strong> <strong>other</strong> occasions on which the Mossad had beenbehind the purchase <strong>of</strong> newspapers in England. As an example, hegave the Eastern African, which was bought with Mossad money byan Israeli businessman. The purchase was made, he said, to assist theSouth African propaganda machine in making apartheid more palatablein the West.Suddenly, the sinister nature <strong>of</strong> what was being done withMaxwell became clear to me. In his zeal to cooperate with Israel, andeven though he was not an agent himself (as the British had madeclear when I had spoken to them in Washington), Maxwell was asayan on the grand scale. The Mossad was financing many <strong>of</strong> its operationsin Europe from moneys stolen from the man's newspaper pensionfund. They got their hands on the pension funds almost as soonas he'd made his purchases (initially wlth money lent to him by the
Mossad and on expert advice he received from LMossad analyses).What was sinister about it, a<strong>side</strong> from the theft, was that anyone in hisnews organization, anywhere in the Middle East, was automaticallysuspected <strong>of</strong> working for Israel and was only one rumor away fromthe hangman's noose.I explained to my host, as I had to the British, that in the beginningthe Mossad would help Maxwell purchase the newspapers bylending him money and causing labor disputes and <strong>other</strong> problems,making the target purchases more vulnerable. Later, the tacticschanged; they would target in advance a paper that he was to purchaseand start it on a collision course with bankruptcy using all availablestrategies, starting with workforce agitation and ending with pullback<strong>of</strong> funds from the paper through bankers and advertisers sympatheticto the Mossad. Then, once the target was s<strong>of</strong>tened, they'd sendMaxwell in for the kill.That night, my host took me on a drive into the city <strong>of</strong> Cairo. Iknew the man felt safe with me when he took me in his car, just thetwo <strong>of</strong> us, out in the big city. For the first few minutes, he had meblindfolded, and I was blindfolded again on the way back. The citydidn't really impress me, nor did the pyramids. I was far too frustratedand tense to take in much <strong>of</strong> it. But I enjoyed the open spaces and thesemifree feeling I had. By midnight, I was back in my cell, with myhost's guarantee that he would be back in the morning and that Iwould in fact be on board Egypt Air Flight 985 to New York on Sundav.I lay on my back in the cell, staring at the ceiling, wearing only myunderwear. I had a feeling that the man had not lied to me and that Iwould indeed be on that flight, but since things so far had not gonethe way I'd anticipated, there was no guarantee that they'd start now.I made a pledge to myself that if I got out <strong>of</strong> this place, I wouldnot leave Canada again as long as I lived. I'd been a normal humanbeing when I had entered the Mossad, maybe a bit on the naive <strong>side</strong>,placing my trust in just about anyone. The Mossad had changed me; ithad programmed me for survival, which meant I could no longer trustanyone for anything. It had made me callous, and it had also made metenacious. Once I had a goal, nothing but death could stop me fromreaching it. It had tried to brainwash me into agreeing with its twistedpolitical agenda. As a result <strong>of</strong> its failure, it had created what it wouldlater call its worst nightmare: a man with the perseverance <strong>of</strong> aMossad <strong>of</strong>ficer who is dev<strong>of</strong>ed to the destruction <strong>of</strong> the Mossad.I knew there and then, in that small cell, that the only way to killthe Mossad would be to expose it. By now I knew that it was not theTHt IIOTHER SIIIE OF UECEPTIOX / 205organization it wanted everyone to think it was. Yes, it was dangerous.Yes, it was vicious, but it was not efficient. Nor was it what itpretended to be: an intelligence agency dedicated to warning the state<strong>of</strong> potential danger.I was put on the flight to New York as promised. I was given tenthousand dollars for my help. I had to sign a form saying that I hadcome to Egypt <strong>of</strong> my own free will, had been well treated, and hadreceived the sum <strong>of</strong> ten thousand dollars as a gift.When the plane touched down in New York, I wanted to kiss theground. I'd promised the Egyptians that I would come back if theywanted me to, and go over some things with them if they felt the need.But I knew when I said it that if I could help it, my foot would nottouch Egyptian soil again.It was some time later that I learned the reason for the treatment Ihad received in Cairo. The Egyptians never gave me any explanation,except to say it was a misunderstanding.What really happened was that someone had tipped them <strong>of</strong>f thatI was a Mossad operative still working for the Mossad. I was to disinformthem and cause havoc in<strong>side</strong> their organization by pointing thefinger at someone who I would say was a mole working for theMossad.They decided to hold me in isolation and see what they couldextract from the Mossad by devious means. They informed theembassy that they had found the body <strong>of</strong> a man answering my descriptionwho'd come to Egypt on the same flight as I had and who was are<strong>side</strong>nt <strong>of</strong> Canada. They also said that they believed he might be anIsraeli. The message made its way to the Mossad, and because theMossad had no one in the area answering the description, it didn'trespond. After four days, the Egyptians were convinced that I was notwith the Mossad, because they believed the Mossad would, by thattime, have at least asked to see the body. All that came back from theIsraeli embassy was that no Israeli answering that description wasmissing and that the Canadian authorities would be a much better bet.Meanwhile, back in headquarters, Ephraim was climbing the walls,thinking I'd somehow slipped, revealing my true identity, and was notcoming out or, much worse, that-as he later put it-I had sold himout.
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