Tell el-Mukayyar – The trapSunrise in the desert was always a sight that took his breath away and although he had seen it hundreds of times before, it always had the same effect on General Campbell. His two sidekicks, on the other hand, who were definitely less interested in nature’s beauty, remained blissfully asleep like two little angels, slouched on the seats of the jeep. The larger of the two, his hands folded across his belly, was snoring so deeply that, from time to time, he even stopped breathing.
The General turned towards him and, shaking his head, wondered for the umpteenth time why he was doing it, then immediately answered himself: money, money, always and only for damn money. Actually it wasn’t even for himself. He didn't care much about money but the doctors who were treati
