I looked at the man. "No, I guess not. Sure, what the hell, I'll doit." ,4s he was about to turn to the <strong>other</strong> man, I held him by the shoulder.He faced me again, smiling. "What?""If I do it, I want you to run me through to the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong> like Iwas here on business." What I meant was that he should take methrough all the stations, flashing his ID card and clearing the wayfor me."Sure. No oroblem."I smiled, feeling the blood drain out <strong>of</strong> my face. A cold sensationtook hold in my chest, as though a chill breeze were blowingthrough it.This teeter-totter <strong>of</strong> emotion was something we were trained todeal with in the Mossad, since an <strong>of</strong>ficer always has personal feelingsthat could get in the way <strong>of</strong> the job he has to do. You learn how tocreate new feelings that will compensate for the ones you lack.Less than one minute after the security <strong>of</strong>ficer had handed me thepassport belonging to the big guy and given mine to him, the newcrew arrived. I glanced quickly at the passport I'd been handed. Itwas an American passport, and the photo was a color close-up <strong>of</strong> theman standing next to me. The beard he now wore was not on thepassport photo. That could stump the new crew. I read the name andtried to remember it. This was extremely amateurish; my real namewas on my suitcase, and my ticket was in my real name. They wouldhave to be extremely daft not to notice-unless there was somethingelse behind it."Sir, your passport, please," said the woman. Her attitude wascordial and quite pr<strong>of</strong>essional for someone who was the first time onthe job. I could see what the <strong>of</strong>ficer had meant. She was indeed verypretty, which may have accounted for the nasty rumor someone hadcirculated, most likely out <strong>of</strong> envy. I stepped forward, leaving my luggagebehind, my arm outstretched, passport in hand. I smiled at her.Her expression didn't change as she took the passport.From the corner <strong>of</strong> my eye, I caught sight <strong>of</strong>-~~hraim, leaning onthe counter some forty feet from where I was. He was watching me. Icouldn't make out any expression on his face. Was all this a charade toget me in the slammer; was the Lebanon story a ploy to get me to runand then catch me in this stupid exercise at the airport? I could hear itnow as I tried to explain in court that a security <strong>of</strong>ficer had asked meto help in an exercise, etc., etc., and there would be no such <strong>of</strong>ficer toverify my story.She took the passport, and I could see the big man handing in mypassport to the <strong>other</strong> security <strong>of</strong>ficer.I1I"Your name?" she asked me."Robert Freidman."She closed the passport and put it on the metal table in front <strong>of</strong>her. "Could you please place your luggage on the counter?""Sure, no problem." I turned to pick up my suitcases when I heardthe <strong>other</strong> security man raise his voice at the big fellow. "Don't move,raise your hands above your head." He drew his gun, and within secondsseveral police were on the scene."What's the matter? What's going on?" asked the first to arrive,gun in hand."This man is traveling on a false passport." He turned to the bigfdlow, who was now feverishly searching for the security <strong>of</strong>ficer. Hisface was wet with sweat, his eyes staring down several gun barrels."This is a big mistake. Please don't shoot. This is only a game, askhim." He nodded to me, and at that moment the duty <strong>of</strong>ficer cameback on the scene. "Everybody calm down. David, put your gunaway." He turned to the policemen. "Everything is under control, thiswas only an exercise. You, sir." He was now talking to the man whosepassport I was holding. "You can put your hands down. It's all over.Good work, David." He then turned to the girl. "Well, Sarah, wouldyou mind giving that passport an<strong>other</strong> look?"Her eyes opened wide with the realization that she had donesomething wrong. She slowly picked up the passport and looked atthe photo and then at me. I knew at that moment that no matterwhat might happen in the world over the next one hundred years, Iwouldn't be able to get that girl to look on me kindly. She wassilent.The <strong>of</strong>ficer returned my passport to me and handed the big fellowhis. He then said to Sarah, "I want you to report to me after work atmy <strong>of</strong>fice in the prefabricated building. You know where that is?"She nodded; there seemed to be a tear ready to roll out <strong>of</strong> the corner<strong>of</strong> her eye, but somehow she managed to hold it back. When the<strong>of</strong>ficer and I turned to head for the ticket counter, I saw her wiping hereye with the sleeve <strong>of</strong> her dark blue sweater.The <strong>of</strong>ficer stuck to his promise, and after my ticket was in orderand I got my boarding card, he escorted me through all the stations,getting my passport stamped and avoiding the body search that everyoneelse was put through. We had a cup <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee on the second floorin the departure lounge, and after I'd bought myself a fresh pack <strong>of</strong>cigarettes and a copy <strong>of</strong> Time magazine, he got up to leave."Have a good flight, man, and thanks for the help.""You're welcome, any time." About then, some <strong>of</strong> the <strong>other</strong> pas-
THE OTHER SIDE OF DECEPTIOX / 53sengers made it to the departure area and were sitting down, gettingready for the almost two-hour wait for take<strong>of</strong>f.I began to feel a slight sense <strong>of</strong> relief. It wouldn't be over until Iwas actually aboard the plane and above the Mediterranean, but itwas quickly getting there. Ephraim was seated at the far end <strong>of</strong> thedeparture lounge, reading a paper. It seemed to me at that stage thathe was like a m<strong>other</strong> hen watching over her young, wanting to be surethat I got out safely. For now, his presence gave me a sense <strong>of</strong> security.I called Bella from the pay phone on the outer wall <strong>of</strong> the dutyfreestore. I could hear from the tone <strong>of</strong> her voice how she was holdingback the tears. The sound was more painful than if she had sobbedopenly. We had a lot to say, but this was not the forum, given that wewere probably not alone on the line. I knew they were not set up for atrace; as long as we didn't say where I was calling from and talked asif I were merely on my way to Elat, we were okay. Again I wanted toreach through the lines and hold her tight in my arms."I'll call you when I get there, okay?""Do it right away. I'll be waiting for your call.""I love you.""I love you too," she said. "Look after yourself and pay attentionto what you wear so you don't look funny."I chuckled. "Okay, I'll do that. Don't worry, I'll call you then.""Bye."I waited to hear her hang up; I couldn't hang up on her. Why sucha precious woman loved me was far beyond my imagination. Lookingback on our life, I really hadn't done much for her; I had never boughttickets to a show I knew she wanted to see or taken her on a surprisetrip or had a surprise birthday party for her. In fact, I wasn't eventhere for her when she needed me, when she had an operation. Somehow,I had <strong>other</strong> things to do that seemed so much more important.They involved the security <strong>of</strong> our country. What bullshit, and not onlydid I dish it out. I believed it mvself.Two police <strong>of</strong>ficers entered the cafeteria where I was sitting. Icould feel my blood pressure rising. Had someone noticed me andadvised someone else? Were they here to stop me? I could smell thedisinfectant used in Israeli prisons, having spent time in the cells aspart <strong>of</strong> the exercises. Then there was that time in the military when Iwas caught without a hat and made to spend ten days in the militarybrig. I could hear the echo <strong>of</strong> the locking doors as metal hit metal. Thepolicemen ordered c<strong>of</strong>fee. Ephraim tensed too as he followed themwith his eyes. I knew he was nervous and wanted to see me out <strong>of</strong> thecountry already.I didn't catch the first announcement <strong>of</strong> the flight, but by the second,I was already in line, moving in the direction <strong>of</strong> the gate.Within twenty minutes, we were aboard and taxiing to the runway.I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at the tarmac and worrythat every car crossing the runway would be the one that was there tostop the plane and take me <strong>of</strong>f.The person seated next to me seemed to be consumed by the viewfrom the window. The person on my right was reading a newspaperarticle about the Swiss rejecting their government's proposal to jointhe UN. Nobody was b<strong>other</strong>ing me, and that's the way I wanted tokeep it. In general, I'm quite a talkative person, but in airplanes,trains, and buses, I prefer to keep to myself; the captive audience syndromealways jumps into my mind.Seeing the sky through the window was very much like staringinto paradise. I was free-for a few hours at least, beyond theMossad's reach.
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