The Rainy Day Man: Contemporary Romance (Suspense and Political Mystery Book 1)

The Rainy Day Man: Contemporary Romance (Suspense and Political Mystery Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

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Author: Amnon Jackont
managed to give me a slight sense of confidence and optimism.  I assumed that they would last through the first few days at Dura, until the action began.
                  At noon I was summoned for one more briefing, this time in the usual format.  The various operations officers shook my hand, taking their leave.  In their eyes were the astonishment and pity reserved for fools; the war was already considered a folly.  Only I saw it as the best opportunity I could hope for.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    In the past, borders have been my fun and games.  They excite me.  All the bureaucratic arrangements, delays involving currency exchange, customs declarations, passport control - they're the toys I play with.  The game is called:  'Forget the Name.'  The rules are always the same:  I look straight at the officials holding my documents and in my mind mix up all the names I've had in my lifetime.  After a few seconds I am no longer sure who I am.  Lacking any identity, I look down at the passport handed to me beneath the glass partition or grill and turn away from the control counter.  After two or three paces, I open the binding carefully:  on the first page is the picture of a man.  Beneath it is his name.  I read the letters one by one, clasping them to my consciousness.  A great sense of relief floods through me, the relief of someone who has been liberated from a fateful forgetfulness.  I push the passport into the inner pocket of my jacket and stride gently out into the foreign country, aware of the warm contact of the new identity resting on my heart.
                  Crossing into Lebanon was different, hasty, devoid of ceremony, like forcing a shaky back door.  A military policeman with the face of a boy glanced at my documents.  There was no time for games.  Soon afterwards, as we were driving east up into the mountains, I looked back at the vanishing border fence.  I felt cheated: there was no border, no false name.
                  The trip took a long time.  Most of the time I dozed, thereby escaping the driver's chatter.  Every time I opened my eyes we still seemed to be in the same spot, the sky the same color, the same shades of earth, the same gray road which wound around the mountainous, summer-scorched terrain.  After midday we reached a military base, too late for lunch.  In the back of a field kitchen we were treated to egg sandwiches and bitter coffee.  Soldiers had queued up nearby and were waiting for a mobile telephone to open.  I was seized by a powerful urge to phone home.  That hardly ever happens on my trips.  This time it was essential.
                  Jonathan picked up the receiver.  He said, "Hallo" once, then again.  I called his name and he answered, "Hallo" I spoke to him:  "We didn't manage to talk, but I wanted you to know I miss you..."
                  "Hallo."
                  "I'll write to you straight away, as soon as I arrive."
                  Jonathan called "hallo" for the last time, then put the phone down.
                  When we returned to the road the sun was already behind us, casting shadows in front of us.  We were not alone.  Once or twice we overtook a convoy, laden with clusters of people and household effects.  Refugees.  In one of the wadis we saw a group of armed men.  As we drew near they seemed to disappear into the cool, afternoon air.  Barricades, set up at mountain passes and manned by silent men, opened as we approached and were closed behind us.  From the courtyards of houses by the roadside, hastily armed vehicles emerged, accompanied us for a while, then turned back on their tracks. 
                  "They want to make sure we don't stay in the area," the driver explained.  "When evening falls they'll start shooting at one another."
                  We arrived as the last light was fading.  As we
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