Please accept our gratitude for your incredible hospitality. In Israel, the man who fails to believe in miracles is no realist.

The commencement of many surprises, Friday 13th and as a rule, not the most propitious day to begin new plans, just before ten, a courier called to the flat to make a special delivery. Uncanny was he psychic? One minute later, the phone rang. Yeah, just now I told him.

Smashing a window as I broke into the base, no training for this blood painted walls, their guts gorily distended before me, two dead gunmen lay in one corner, sickened, but fire fast breaking. Out and ransacking a nearby desk, I stuffed fistfuls of papers into pockets and pouches. As another blast smacked the building, throwing up dense clouds of dust mingling with thick black smoke belching from the inferno. Fierce heat from the blaze decided me to exit. Why do you ask that? .

Welcome to the Mossad! Blond, aged say 50, wearing gold-rimmed spectacles; chinos and casual open-neck shirt made him seem almost cuddly. Inviting me to join him, he led us into a conference hall and feeling awkward, once seated, I tried hard to relax. As the minders took positions nearby, I murmured. I feel very privileged to be here. Every three months, he revealed that I must ta.

Doing my best to put it behind me, the only battles I had nowadays were arguments about football with Dad.