spare. I ordered c<strong>of</strong>fee and toast from room service and was finishedwhen1 heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole andsaw the person I expected. Fadllal was especially cheerful this morningand was happy to see I was all ready to go. I <strong>of</strong>fered him c<strong>of</strong>fee, but heturned me down, saying we had no time and that we would have c<strong>of</strong>feeon the way, or in Jericho.I wasn't sure I'd heard him right, and even if I had, I assumed hewas talking about some c<strong>of</strong>fee place in Amman named after the king'sfavorite winter house in Jericho."Here." He handed me a passport, a British passport."What is that for?""For you. You can't use your Canadian one-it was issued inIsrael.""Where are we going that I need a passport?""I told you. We're going for a c<strong>of</strong>fee in Jericho."My blood was turning to ice. If this man meant what he said, thenwe were about to go to the West Bank. There couldn't be a more dangerousplace for me on earth. I was going to have to enter and exitIsrael with a false British passport, escorted by a Jordanian intelligence<strong>of</strong>ficer. This was just too much. "No way, my friend, will you get meto go to the West Bank. I'm a dead man there. I told you the Mossadwanted me to go to the south <strong>of</strong> Lebanon so that they could eliminateme. Now you want me to cross and reenter Israel so that you can playsome little game? You're crazy.""I don't believe a word you're saying. I think that you were sentby the Mossad to mislead us and that you'll cause havoc in our midst,sending us on a wild goose chase after traitors we don't have. If you'rewho you say you are, then you have nothing to fear; the passport isgood, and you'll have no problem crossing. I'm the one who should beafraid; if you're working for the Mossad, it's me who may not be comingback.""What if you're a traitor yourself and you are taking me andescaping back to Israel?"He said something in Arabic, and two armed soldiers entered theroom. "We are going. If, on the <strong>other</strong> hand, you don't want to, I willtell them to shoot you, and we'll say it was an accident <strong>of</strong> some sort.You have a choice: Come with me on a trip or die.""I'm coming, but it still doesn't make any sense. What the hell doyou think you'll be gaining? I mean, if I am working for the Mossad,all I have to do is go with you on the trip and then when we comeback I'll have a clean bill <strong>of</strong> health."He didn't say a word but walked out <strong>of</strong> the room. The soldiersIIIwaited for me to follow and then closed the door behind me. We gotinto a cab out<strong>side</strong> the hotel and were driven to a bus station in thedowntown area. The city was still very much asleep, and except forvegetable merchants preparing their colorful displays, hardly anybodywas around. From the smell in the air, it was clear that the bakerieswere already working at full steam, making some <strong>of</strong> the most phenomenalpita bread to be found anywhere.The bus was almost full, and I seemed to be the only foreigner onit. I still couldn't believe what was happening: This was my worstnightmare. I was hoping that I would wake up in the hotel in Amman,or better yet in Washington. I would then call Ephraim and tell him toshove it. I didn't want to spend the rest <strong>of</strong> my life in some rat-infestedjail cell somewhere in the Negev, kept secretly alive like some zombie.I knew that was the fate awaiting me if things didn't go right.I tried to remember my name, the one on the passport I'd stuck inmy shirt pocket. I couldn't. I had to take it out and look at it again.Steven Emmens. How the hell was I going to remember that name? Itried repeating it to myself over and over. I would use an address that Iremembered from an<strong>other</strong> cover I had once had. All this was relevantif he wasn't setting me up. It was very possible that all he wanted wasto get me across the border before I showed them how to clean housebecause he was really an agent for the Mossad. Things were not lookinggood.King Hussein Bridge, the driver announced, and the bus came to astop. I knew it as the Allenby Bridge; I'd served some time ago on the<strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong> when I was an <strong>of</strong>ficer in the military police. The thoughtcaused me to break out in a cold sweat again. What if one <strong>of</strong> thereserve military policemen on the bridge recognizes me? What if theman from the Shaback station on the bridge recognizes me? What ifone <strong>of</strong> the Mossad people here to meet an agent sees me?Calm down, I said to myself. Go over your cover story before it'stoo late. The one thing you don't want to do in front <strong>of</strong> a borderpoliceman or a soldier who's checking your papers is stutter. The storythat had been given to me went like this: I was on a day trip and wasmeeting some merchant whose card I had in my pocket. He had religiousartifacts for sale, and I was in that line <strong>of</strong> business. I'd beenreferred to him by his br<strong>other</strong> in Amman.I wasn't the only one on the bus who was uneasy. For the firsttime, I looked at the people around me, who'd been talking quitecheerfully until a few minutes ago. I hadn't paid much attention tothem until this point, absorbed as I was in my own problems. Thesilence that overcame all the chatter was suddenly very tense. I could
THt OTHER SIDE OF DtCEPTlOS / 177almost feel the heartbeat <strong>of</strong> the passengers. We were approaching aplace that somehow seemed dark, frightening. Up to this moment,entering Israel had always been something that I associated with securityand strength, never with fear. Yet now I was surrounded by thatexact feeling. You could see it in every pair <strong>of</strong> staring eyes. I'd alwaysthought that the stare was hate, because I never thought that there wasa reason to fear me. When I was a soldier, I didn't want to harm anyone;all I wanted was to do my job. Only if someone had ill intentionsdid he have reason to fear me.A Jordanian policeman boarded the bus and made a short inspection.Then he directed the bus to the narrow forty-meter-long bridge.We made our way slowly, under the watchful eye <strong>of</strong> the Israeli militarypoliceman on the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong>. I could hear the orders shouted out inHebrew. "Meshulam, you check the bus. We strip this one."What I heard was not good news for me. The bus stopped, and allwere ordered <strong>of</strong>f. The military policeman was a reserve soldier, thereto do his thirty or sixty days. He wasn't looking to earn any medals.He just wanted to get the day over with so that he would be one daycloser to going home. I knew the feeling: I'd been there too. He waspolite and courteous to me and to the <strong>other</strong> passengers. A young regularsoldier was teasing him. "Why don't you carry their suitcases whileyou're at it?""Why don't you shut up," the older soldier answered. "There isno reason to treat people like your m<strong>other</strong> treats you.""Don't talk like that about my m<strong>other</strong>, you son <strong>of</strong> a whore."A sergeant walked over and shouted at them. "Shut up, you two,and get to work. The day has just started, and already you two areat it."When I showed my passport, the sergeant pointed to a small shackat the end <strong>of</strong> the long canopy that provided shade for the customstables. "Over there, please."I knew he was sending me to the foreign tourists' shack. As Istarted to walk, he called me. "You Englishman?""What is it?" I turned to him, smiling at the term he used."You no have luggage?""No, I'm only going to Jericho for a few hours.""What if bridge close before you come back?""Then I will have a problem, won't I. Why? Is the bridge going toclose today?""You never know."I turned and walked over to the hut. Fadllal was being bodysearched, as I could see when I entered the small building. The youngsoldier in<strong>side</strong> asked me a few questions, for which I was well prepared.I was grateful that he kept using my name all the time; it helpedme remember it. I asked him not to stamp the Israeli seal on my passport,so he put the seal on a separate piece <strong>of</strong> paper that he thenslipped into the passport. It was a given that people coming across thebridges who wanted to go back the same way wouldn't want theIsraeli seal on their passport. That could be a problem later. Had I notasked for that, it would have seemed very strange. "Have a nice visitto Israel," the soldier said."I didn't know the West Bank was con<strong>side</strong>red Israel," I heardmyself say."I'm an Israeli soldier; you're crossing the border I protect. Wherethe hell do you think you are?" He laughed scornfully."When we were here this wasn't regarded as England.""You see?" He smiled at me with what looked like pity. "If it wasregarded that way, you might still be here, right?"I walked out the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong> and to the waiting taxis. The taxi filledup, and then we were on our way to Jericho. Fadllal was the last passengerto enter. From the time we'd boarded the bus, almost threehours earlier, we'd not exchanged a word. It was about nine-thirtynow, and we were at the entrance to Jericho. The cab was hot, and thetraffic was slow. We were driving behind a long military convoy ladenwith tanks and half-trucks on trailer trucks. They were covered, but itwas hard to mistake a Merkava tank for anything else. They wereprobably returning from an exercise up north.Fadllal started a casual conversation with me. One thing led toan<strong>other</strong>; we arranged to have lunch in a restaurant he recommended.Then he said he'd take me to the store I wanted. The conversation wasto benefit anyone in the cab who might be an informant or just a curiousperson with some connection to the authorities, who-I found ithard to comprehend-were hostile to me. I had a constant pain in mystomach; I knew it was fear. Fadllal led me to a restaurant filled withIsraeli soldiers. The convoy had stopped for a break, and most <strong>of</strong> thesoldiers were seated around the large open marble balcony, shadedonly by a vine weaving its way through a wire pergola."What will you have?" Fadllal asked as the waiter approached us."Whatever you have, I will try." Fadllal didn't argue and orderedin Arabic."So what now, my friend?" I asked, feeling it was time to runsome sweat down his forehead. There was no way that this man was aMossad agent or he would have handed me over already. He was ascalm as if he were still in downtown Amman and not in the Occupied
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