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and left him directions. Mike got into his large but old car and drove to a meeting at the interrogation offices of the Palestinian General Security Service. He still remembered Mahmoud calling him on the phone, asking him to join him in one of the interrogations "which might pertain to your pub and to Mr. Greenspan, of course. You are not a defendant nor called for interrogation, God forbid." Mike mentally prepared himself for a difficult meeting at the Interrogation Offices, gave appropriate last messages to the necessary people, and got into his car for a journey, from which he was unsure how he would return. When he arrived at the Palestinian General Security Service, Mahmoud was already waiting for him and with wide smiles, they warmly shook hands. Mike knew that Mahmoud was a crooked person and that the "friendship" was a cloak for the terrible acts that Mahmoud had done and was still doing. The two then turned, Mahmoud in the lead, to the interrogation basements. Mike and Mahmoud entered a room with a one-sided mirror from which they looked upon a young person under interrogation, who was but a lump of flesh and blood, almost lifeless on the chair. Mile tried to swallow his saliva, but quickly went to the trashcan in the corner and vomited his breakfast. After several moments he came to his senses, wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve and again stood next to Mahmoud, looking at him. All the while, Mahmoud looked on amusingly at Mike's attempt to avoid vomiting again from the sight his eyes met. "It is only a boy", Mike said to him. "This boy glued posters of the Jewish underground, and therefore he is an enemy of the Palestinian nation." Mike sensed the tension in his muscles. He had known this boy in the past, and now, the boy had lost his all human semblance, resembling only a lump of flesh and blood. His swollen eyes were shut, terrible scars cut into his flesh, on his back and stomach, his genitals were burned, as were his eyebrows. "Did you manage to locate the mysterious Greenspan?" Mike asked. "We have not yet succeeded. We asked the boy and he only said that Greenspan could be found from time to time at the Peace Pub". Here Mahmoud raised his eyes and his penetrating gaze drilled into Mike. Mike took care not to lower his gaze, and returned an unyielding gaze. "I have no idea about the man. I told you that we are not involved in politics nor in undergrounds". After a long silence, Mahmoud turned to leave the interrogation basements but on the way, opened the door of the interrogation room where the poor boy lay and entered, with Mike unwillingly trailing behind. Mike had no interest in the boy identifying him, but he had no choice but to follow Mahmoud. Mahmoud woke the tortured boy with a light slap, "Hey, you! Do you recognize this person?" The boy looked at Mike from the slits of his closed eyes and afterwards let his head fall back again on the back of the chair. "No. I don't know anyone, only Greenspan", he said and fainted again. When they took leave of each other, Mahmoud said to Mike, "You are lucky that the kid does not know anyone anymore. If I catch you one day, your American passport won't help you, you know." Mike forced himself to smile and said "First you have to catch me". His fists deep in the pockets of his shirt, aching the torture of the kid, Mike returned to his car and swore that he would find a way to get even with Mahmoud. That's all folks |
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