tds - an excerpt

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CAIRO

Who in Allah's name, just tell me who might trace you down here? Who might take

the slightest interest in you? Do you know how many millions are crowding thestreets of this huge metropolis? Declared rather theatrically the stranger, who wasseated facing him raising his eye brows, opening wide a pair of round bulging eyes to

express his amazement. What are you afraid of? You of all men, after having done somuch for the organization... Do me a favor, be reasonable! Added the stranger

extending forth excitedly both his hands expressing better his highly-strung

emotions.

They were seated at the Semiramis Hilton's lobby, next to a small rectangular coffee

table opposite each other; their torsos bent forward leaning ontheir elbows. Samirlistened most of the time to that stranger who summoned him down from his suite that

morning about a quarter of an hour earlier, and that stranger was already lecturing

him enthusiastically

Just last night at about midnight, they had reached that immense edifice. That modern

and imperious hotel; and that was the end of their joy trip, of their so called honey-

moonWell Samir couldn't complain, but he couldn't detach himself from her either! He

lingered in the parked car while his luggage was unloaded, and carried to the hotel's

reception counter. Leila had not uttered a word, since they reached to the outskirts of

Cairo. They parted as a pair of strangers who had never laid eyes on each other.Therewas no need of pretense or role-playing not in front of that driver in particular. Or

was it rather the role she played, as the modest would-be spouse, on her way to her

fiance and that role of hers begun the moment they left Tabba. Though she was

ever so nice and polite to him. Well she is so prudent and so much more experiencedthan me; and that driver knew too well his course, the fact he had to drive on and

fetch her to the right addressHe must have known so well where she was expected...And that depressing change, took place some nine hours earlier! It seems

so incredible; its so hard to get used to... Why, we were supposed to pass some time

together, as much as a month at least or was I that carried off that I wasn't capableanymore to distinguish between chaff and grain?So here he was at the start of the his second phase, deeply hurt, distressed and longing

for Leila wishing they wouldn't had parted yet. While she in complete contrast to

his behavior, did not show any emotions at all! The closer they got to their

destination, the more sealed and expressionless her countenance became; eager to

reach her waiting fiance, Samir concluded with envy. It could not belove. He couldnot have fallen in love with her, could he? But never before did he pass more than

half anhour, in a woman's company. As his short previous intimate experience, wasbased onrelations with one kind only prostitutes. He visited them in their abodes,used them, paid them and left them right afterwards without adding a single word

to the one usual question: how much? Thus the seven exceptional days and nights,whiich they passed together left their mark deep within his soul. Arousing neglected

feelings, which for quite a while he was not conscious of.

Some five minutes after nine oclock this very morning, that bespectacled dwarf,

called up his suite and woke him up. Except his expensive summer suit, he had no

external advantages he could impress him with. Though he was no more than thirty

years of age, he was already completely bald. His smooth crown glistened, and

dazzled himalmost with every movement of his head; and this was his contact, his gobetween man with the organization's office in Cairo. Samir was not allowed to visitthe office openly, or more accurately he was forbidden to do so. That was the first


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thing which Abu what's his name, bothered to tell him, his full Nom de Guerre

Samir has already forgotten. It was not the man's poor impression, but the state of

excitement in which Samir himself was. Anyhow, after that scornful dwarf had

identified himself, brandishing his genuine I.D. card which verified beyond any

possible doubt his legitimate membership in the organization; Samir hastened to

bring forth all his fears and apprehensions. The Israelis long arm of vengeancebothered him. That was his most urgent concern he declared; though in fact he was

getting rid of completely different feelings. His disappointment and frustration,

caused by parting with Leila, the sudden encounter with that huge metropolis; but

above of all the sense of utter loneliness and alienation which beset him, since he

crossed the threshold of his suite.

The effusive compliments that were bestowed on him by the small stranger, did

encourage him at first but soon aroused his suspicions. Abu-razek was his alias, he

suddenly recalled; a Palestinianexile just as he himself is and thats just my ninthday in exile, he recalled with a taste of bitterness.

Across the table Abu-razek was fidgeting in his armchair, moving his right hand in the

air elaborately with clear unrest. Was he groping mentally for some lost thought orwas it some kind of a show off, to make Samir realize he wascarrying a gun? Samirwondered watching his risible fidgety contact man. Finally after a few hesitations,

Abu-razek pushed his hand into his jacket's inner pocket, and pulled out a piece of

paper. Here is your permit to exist! He said smiling cynically, enjoying his own

witticism. He handed it over to Samir. I'll have any other document you still own!

Reluctantly Samir emptied his pockets, and handed Abu-razek his passport plus his

driving license and the Israeli ID card. Although the whole lot was nothing but bits of

paper, issued by some loathsome hated Jews it represented his own self, and he found

it rather hard to part with. His new document, his permit to exist, was a miserable

piece of paper. If he were to compare it with what he already had. A three months

temporary passage permit it was, issued by the Tunisian foreign ministry, on his very

real name! Samir Mashrawy. Reading his real name on that poordocument whichhe was just given was a surprising disappointment, an insult; as he was certain of

having to learn some new personal details to assume his new identity. I must be awanted person by now, back in my homeland! I managed to scape the "Shabac's"

fangs and claws, that's true; but that won't put an end to their inquiries; that wontstop their efforts to track me down. If I did keep those blood thirsty dogs off my trail;

well then, now I'll have to deal with much fiercer beasts eager the hunt me down

Mossad agents, skilled hit-men! The front pages of the leading European paperswere full of stories of such and such various organizations senior members, who were

blown to pieces, shot, or put to death by endless means and tricks in the last coupleof years! Why, that miserable passage permit isn't a document to rely upon! Shouldn't

I too have an alias, to protect my real identity? Don't I merit one? Why should this

wretched joke, who sits opposite me have an alias, who is he? What has he done todeserve it? What I need now is a good cover story supported by an alias, and

genuine and permanent papers. Such means would help me, would guarantee mysafety; and would be a sign of my new status, a moral support means that would

justify my exile and help me to over come its hardships

Well, what bothers you now? Asked Abu-razek, who had quite an amount of

knowledge of the human soul and its motives.

Its this passage permit and the name I've been given in it which is not a typical

Tunisian name. What I need is a valid passport, with a solid convincing name; a namethat would fit that poor document... if one might call it a document!


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What an ambitious type that fellow is! Wondered Abu-razekThe shortcuts type, whoreaches for the very top. I've seen some of his kind thrown away in deserted ditches

and gutters, with their throats cut from ear to earAs for a passport it takes time to

prepare one, and that piece of paper, you now own is a genuine document mind you!

What's wrong with your name? Don't you like it, or do you find it hard to get used to?

You're over doing it, don't you think? He added emphatically, trying to persuadeSamir, for he had no other option to offer him.

So there are some details, which are kept away from my efficient contact man, my realname forinstance! Samir concluded to himself proudly butkept on that begrudginglook on his face, that the exchange of documents and the first night without Leila had

caused. Why can't I have an alias, such as you have? He asked the small man

boldly, getting right to the point that so bothered him.

Why should you? You're clean, nobody has the slightest notion who you really are, in

terms of the organization's work, of course as far as any outsider is apt to know, you

have nothing to do with us. In that case you don't need a name of such sort, you do

agree don't you?

Samir cleared his throat, but nodded in consent, although he was not satisfied at all.You haven't learned the basics of clandestine activity yet. Remarked his contact man

haughtily. As it isn't still the right time for it enjoy yourself man, have a good time.

Don't shut yourself up in your suite. But in any case, keep away from the office and

from foreign embassies. As for the other sex, there are no restrictions; local belles or

tourists are all fair game. Beware though of those who come from the occupied

territories; what I mean is keep away from Palestinians, females and males alike. You

might change your identity in a short while, so no friendships nor any sort of relations

with Palestinians... You don't wish to meet someone twice, each time under another

identity,do you? I don't have to mention the cursed Zionists whose enthusiastic flowinto this country, is dwindling at last. They won't dare to trouble you, if that what

worries you; they won't dare to jeopardize the delicate relationship, they have with

this country. The first Arab country to sign a peacetreaty with them. He concludedsmiling benevolently at Samir. Listen arn't you thirsty? He asked. Summon that

Sudanese waiter who loafs over there Its rather hot in Cairo, at this time of year.

Without hesitations Samir raised his arm and summoned the waiter to their table. The

latter hurried up to them, having reached their table; bent his tall frame obediently.

At your service ya sidi (sir). He declared raising his head expecting their order

patiently.

Coffee for the two of us, ordered him Abu-razek. Plus a bottle of mineral water and

don't go yet! An assortment of today's choice of cakes! He added with a chuckle.

The waiter was making his way to carry out their order, and Abu-razek resumed hismonologue without delay. He had no intention to waste his precious time or await the

coming refreshments in a gloomy silence.

Its rather a hasty meeting, out of necessity, the force of circumstances. He

philosophized in en elaborate prologue, as befits him, a man of the world which was

of course his own opinion on himself. Our future meetings shall take place at a more

proper time, during let's say, the late evening and night hours and thus we would

have more time and space for our purpose. Having fun together is the most common

motive, for two friends to spend their time. The best cover one can think of, for such

activity.

Quite right! Sure, the only question left to ask is what kind of activity? Thought Samir

in bitter irony, it might be the best cover as Abu-razek remarked. But the one, whowould cover the expenses, would be me alone! As Abu-razek is mysenior! As my


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senior of course he deserves to be respected. Besides, he is my one and only link withthe real world, with the organization. Without that dwarf and his good services Im

actually lost. Thus although in any other circumstances I wouldnt have bothered tobestow that ridiculous dwarf with a second look, I cant ignore him or underestimate

his importance, under these circumstances! For as much as Im concerned, that

small man is the most important person in Cairo!How do I get in touch with you, in case of an emergency? He asked backing him up

with trust, showing his faith in his senior and at the same time reminding Abu-razek

the grave situation, in which he's still is.

The waiter returned with a loaded platter, and nodding his head to Abu- razek with a

smile, as if he was an old client of his laid the platter's contents humbly on their

table, bowed to both of them and moved discreetly away.

That's a good question! remarked Abu-razek, reaching for the cakes assortment,

leaving his hand to hang in midair, hesitantly undecided yet, as to which one should

he choose. He made his choice at last and brought the selected cake rapidly towards

his speaking mouth and devoured it with two bites.

I'll let you have a phone number. He said choosing himself a second one. Butremember you'll use it only in clear emergency cases He remarked emphatically,

handing Samir a small piece of paper munching laboriously all that while. Learn

that number by heart, and then destroy that piece of paper right afterwards. Heordered him gravely, and raisedthe tiny coffee cup to his lips, emptying its contentsin one gulp. Having laid it back on the table Samir hastened to pour him another one,

holding the coffee pot well above the tiny cup.

I don't think there'll be any need for emergency meetings or phone calls. He added

with a note of self-importance, helping himself to another piece of cake. What I mean

to say is... Your case is temporarily open; nothing has been decided yet. Well, I

wouldn't have complained if I were you.

You'll have plenty of time to enjoy

yourself, to meet people, women. In short treat yourself to a holiday... When the call

would come, when those who have to decide, would have their say I would let you

know their decision. There're no restrictions, as you have been toldalready thoserelationships, which you might develop, should be maintained superficially, as means

to satisfy your immediate needs. Sexual needs, women of course, or if its men you

prefer... Hebroke off in a guffaw, glancing meanwhile at his handsome protg.Yeah, try the foreigners mostly that's the direction to exploit it might yield some

useful results in the future.

I see, answered Samir with a forced smile of understanding, he was getting bored

and a bit disgusted. But as an outcome of his shaky and obscure position, he would

have to treat Abu-razek as his kin as if he were his own brother.The lobby was coming to life gradually, filling with people, well-dressed people.

Some of the hotel guests were coming down, passing a few moments there before

going out for their various errands. But most of the newcomers were those who

escaped the day's heat, finding a refuge in that modern air conditioned oasis

occupying tables next to theirs, getting closer to them with every passing minute.

By now only a few bits and crumbs were left on the plate that was put between them.

Abu-razek pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and meticulously wiped his lips.

Having cleaned every trace of chocolate, cream and other fat substances, he folded it

neatly and put back in its fit place his breast pocket.

Wallahy, he muttered aloud, touching with both his hands his breast and his side

pockets. I haven't brought my pipe along.


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But before he managed to stir or add another word, Samir hastened to offer him his

cigarettes holding the package open, under his guest's nose. With a satisfied and

aloof smile Abu-razek pulled himself a cigarette and brought it in a close touch with

his nostrils; sniffing its delicate aroma; taking a deep breath inhaling its aromatic

flavor, he stuck it with a final touch, between his exposed teeth sending Samir a

clear glance of expectancy of a mute request.Samir brought out a lighter and bent forward to his contact man, sending forth his

hand with the tiny flame up to Abu-razek's lips almost. Watching Abu-razek's

glistening bald crown, bowed over hislighter, he ventured to ask: Am I to study atAl-azhar or some other university? I'd like to complete my studies before I join the

organization as an active member.

Abu-razek straightened up a bit surprised, by the harsh interruption of the tranquil

ceremony and settled back in his armchair thoughtfully, exhaling smoke rings

toward the ceiling. Watching his puzzled expression, Samir understood he should not

have brought that matter up, neither now nor in the future. In any case not in front

such a powerlessfigure, as the one who was facing him; whose airs of egotism andself-importance could not convince even a novice, as he himself was. But having

brought it out already, he'd better pursue it as far as he could; for although Abu-razek

might be the last, and least important link in the chain, with hardly any influence at

all; he might be able to pass Samir's demands, to a higher echelon to his seniors. All

those men Samir is not allowed to meet yet. I'm a graduate of international law, and

my best contribution to our cause to my understanding and belief... is in promoting

the organization's interests in international institutions and circles. I'm not

endeavoring in the least to evade any risky or hard jobs, of any kind. He added,

perceiving thehint of a scornful smile flicker across the content countenance of Abu-razek.

So you wish to continue your studies? He noted with interest, though both of them

knew and were quite aware that Samir's future did not bother him at all. I'll bring it

up before the proper authorities at the first opportunity, Well have a seriousdiscussion over the matter, no doubt. He promised Samir. As for our future

meetings in the days to come... He said, pointing out to Samir, he had enough of his

problems for one meeting, and wished to leave. You shall have to spend yourmornings at your suite up to ten oclock at least. Lets make it easier for you, you areexpected to be present at the hotel's premises up to ten oclock, be it the hotels

restaurant or the hotel's swimming pool; in my own view, it doesn't make any

difference at all as long as you're on the hotel's premises and we're able to reach

you, therewon't be any complaints. But you'll have to cling to that timetable as longas you're here, in Cairo! He rose to his feet, buttoning his light jacket, and send hisright hand forth for a parting handshake. Clutching the extended hand Samir rose right

after him, he had to, otherwise he would have offended him.

Have a good time meanwhile, don't you dare to hesitate, and don't you worry!

Declared the small man proudly, as if Samir was an old crony of his. We'll take a

good care of you!

It was an encouraging promise and at the same time, a well disguised threat. But

before Samir could decide what to make out of that boastful sentence, Abu-razek

retracted his clutched hand and turned hurriedly to the hotel's wide entrance.

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