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The blindfolded Mahmoud was rudely led by his prisoners. A strong smell of cement and concrete assailed
Mahmoud's nostrils along with cold and invigorating bursts of winds together with compressed air in the closed halls.
After a walk which seemed endless to Mahmoud, they finally stopped. Mahmoud knew that he was a prisoner of one of
the Israeli undergrounds and was already prepared for the worst. Again and again he re-enacted in his mind his stupidity,
that he was so full of self-confidence that he did not bother to let headquarters know where he was and the purpose
of his investigation. At night, when he received a telephone call from Mike his friend, who informed him that
the Pub burned down, Mahmoud promised him to arrive as quickly as possible. At the time, Mike sounded weak
and vulnerable and Mahmoud thought he would enjoy seeing Mike in these moments of crisis, especially in light
of the fact that it did not even cross Mike's mind that the burning of the Pub was done at his order. But now, he was being lead
by several anonymous people, apparently together with Mike, but so far they had not harmed him.

After a long time, they finally stopped, and a strong, cold wind blew in their faces. Before removing the rag which
covered Mahmoud's face, his captors chained his legs in iron shackles. His captors took no chance.
Only afterwards was the cover removed from his face. There was darkness all around and only the beam of a small
flashlight shone. Mahmoud blinked, trying to figure out where he was, until he understood that he was inside a huge building.
From his vantage point, he could see the lights of the Dan Region blinking in the duskiness of the night through one of the windows.
At once, the comprehension seeped into his brain and he knew for certain that he was inside the Pyramid, in one of the rooms
intended for the museum. Mahmoud understood that he was standing across from a group of waiting people.
His hands and feet were well bounded, and only his eyes and mouth were free.

"Mahmoud," a familiar voice called out to him, and he immediately identified Mike's voice.
"Yes, Mike". Mahmoud swallowed his saliva.
"The ILO (Israel Liberation Organization) Underground has tried you in abstentia for committing crimes against the Jewish
people and the residents of former Israel. We have evidence that you raped, looted, activated cells of Palestinian
as well as former Israeli murderers, murdered and tortured youths and children and therefore the Underground Court
has found you guilty and has sentenced you to death. Do you have anything to say?"
A brief silence fell. Mahmoud's eyes shone in the darkness and he fearlessly stood opposite the group of captors, almost calm.
"I have nothing to say," he uttered.
"Pursuant to the decision of the underground, it has been decided that you are to be killed slowly and in agony,
so that you will have time to ponder the results of your actions."
"Make it short", said Mahmoud, but Mike ignored him.

Mahmoud's face was covered once more and he was led for many long minutes in complete darkness.
Mahmoud then sensed that he was being lowered into a relatively narrow pit, and before he had a chance to say anything,
a stream of mud and pebbles covered his face and hit his skull. The sharp smell of concrete filled his nostrils and he made
efforts to keep his head upright so that he could breathe air while his body was being covered with cement, which gradually
filled the crevice where he was made to stand. His mouth filled with pebbles and cement dust and he coughed until the stream
of concrete suddenly stopped. A hand grabbed his hair and yanked his face upwards.

"Mahmoud, look at me", said Mike and his eyes bore into silent Mahmoud's eyes in the light of the weak flashlight.
"You shall stay here, buried in concrete to your neck. In an hour or two, you will start to feel the suffocation and
I believe that you will not last much longer after that. We left your head uncovered, in the open air,
so that you will have time to ponder the consequences of your actions until your body suffocates, despite the fact that you will
continue to inhale oxygen. Your mouth will be gagged so that nobody will be able to hear your screams,
even though there is nobody within a 2 km radius but ourselves. By morning, your head will be completely covered
by a concrete floor and you will have become a part of the monument to your Rais, Yasser Arafat."
Here Mike burst out laughing and all the other anonymous people who surrounded him imitated him with loud laughs.
"I just wanted to let you know that your Pyramid is built with tens and hundreds of corpses of your officers and soldiers,
the very same ones that you have recently been searching for". Again there was laughter,
which buzzed in Mahmoud's head. "Think what a great monument you will have here! A real cemetery!" Mike chuckled.

"Mike," Mahmoud suddenly called out, "I wish of you only one thing. Remember that I died like a man" he said.

"We will remember you," Mike replied. "We will remember you as a monster but also that you died like a man and a warrior.
Now we shall depart, and leave with you only the guards, who will ascertain your death, and thereafter will cover your
head with concrete, until you become a part of the Pyramid".


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