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home?
                 
                  I nodded in assent.
                  He jerked into life and turned to the other envelope.  It contained several large photographs of an imposing two-story building surrounded by a well-tended garden. 
                  "We're there now.  That might also be an appropriate target for you.  Nothing will happen if you carefully peel a few ornaments off the plaster.  The main thing is that none of our people get hurt."
                  "And what about the local people?"
                  "They always get hurt, don't they?"  He looked straight at me.  "At any rate, our man there will help you decide.  Don't do anything before consulting him."
                  "Our man?" I asked in surprise.
                  "He's been there for many years, completely independent and experienced.  You can rely on him.  He'll make contact with you."  He smiled.  "Presumably, he'll notice you before you identify him."
                  "Maybe he will and maybe he won't."
                  He gave me another of his long looks.  "The main thing is that you should be careful.  He's been there a very long time and has an important position there.  In fact, he's one of the two most important people in the village."
                  I stood up to go.
                  "There's one more thing..."
                  "I know," I said with the weariness of an old hand.  "We never had this conversation."
                  He grimaced in displeasure.  "Tomorrow you'll receive the usual briefing.  The Briefing Officer will tell you only some of the things: how to go there, to wait to be contacted and to be the man's operator.  That's your mission in official terms.  Try not to reveal that there's anything more..."
                  If that was the case, I would have to start getting used to things.  "What will my cover be?" I asked.
                  "There won't be any cover.  A small army unit is posted there and you'll be attached to it under your real name.  Your instructions will also reach you in a way which won't arouse suspicion:  telegrams, maybe a messenger..."
                  When I went out into the corridor it was already evening.  Only a few lights were on, and I stood for a while in the darkness and thought about the fact that something had been taken away from me:  the atmosphere of conspiracy associated with the mission at Dura lacked the dignity which distinguishes a mere plot from a secret associated with the good of the country.
         At home Hannah welcomed me with a smile.  There was a rabbit-like crease at the base of her nose, our conciliatory signal.  I forced myself to smile back.  She brought her cold face, smelling of dishwater and the kitchen, close to mine.  I kissed her and escaped to bed.
    Later, when the lights went out, I heard her invade the bed with a swish of sheets.  I stretched my legs and clenched my teeth so that I would not talk in my sleep.  Towards morning her hand wandered over my body and pulled me to her.  The light was dim and the erection was not full either.  After we had finished I went out onto the balcony.  A man was standing in one of the yards showering under a hosepipe.  He looked at my nakedness as if it was quite usual.  Hungry birds came from the dawn.  I went to the kitchen and returned with my hands full of yesterday's bread.  Then I retreated into the room and watched as the birds pecked noisily.  I knew they would come back the next day and all the following days too.  I regarded that as a tiny investment, a kind of gift I was leaving behind for Jonathan.
                  On my way to the office, after I had set Hannah down at the usual spot, I went to a bookshop.  When I emerged I was carrying a bag containing eight books which