“One nudged the other two to look in his direction. Instead of making for the counter, he arrived in front of them and dropped his bag. ‘Hello there,’ he said pleasantly. ‘Tell me, are you Syrian or Lebanese intelligence?’ The men shifted and pretended not to understand. ‘I was hoping one of you could give me a ride into town.’ He searched their faces expectantly. ‘No takers? Oh well. Just in case you’re wondering, I’m with the United Nations. Robert Harland, Special Adviser to Secretary-General... Benjamin Jaidi.’ He opened his passport and offered it to them. They looked the other way and began to walk off, one flicking worry beads, the other two finding the need to consult their cell phones. He moved to the kiosk to pay his twenty-five dollars for the visa, then to the counter where his passport received a little stamp showing a sailing barque. Finally he passed through Immigration and Customs and made for the taxi rank, where a shabby Mercedes waited in the warm summer night.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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