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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.
Three hours later, I had done well to hang on for so long. Breaking down in the probation office, my resolve expired. Wanting to help, Nick genuine, I could tell, great to be back among the good guys. Thirtysomething, plain and married, futile I know, but I needed someone steady like him. Then it had made me happy. Next day, no money, I had to claim benefit. I felt awful asking .
Far from excited by the prospects of our mission, not only did it mean going on the run again, it meant an awful sacrifice and leaving behind our family of three cats. No way did we want to do it. It broke our hearts even to think or talk about it. What else could we do? Once onboard a London bound Intercity, no appetite, though needing to sustain our strength, we for.