Tel Aviv, Israel
The five men had talked animatedly for a few minutes in one of the rooms of the old house on the outskirts of town. Abinadab was outside waiting, heard a car stop in front of the house, looked out the window and saw three men coming out of it. He recognized them and hurried to open the door for them, letting them in. Prior to the closure he made sure there was no suspicious person on the street.
“Where are they?” One of them asked.
“In that room,” Abinadab pointed to one of the rooms. The three men entered the room and found the other Israelis sitting on the floor in a rug, immediately ending the conversation.
“Our friends, the gringos!” One of them said, the leader of the group. “Come on! Come on! Sit down with us.”
The newcomers sat down next to them.
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