Chapter 18 14.from larnaca to ben gurion

Speed ​​can make up for any weakness. — Moses Dayan Lin, the Chinese ambassador to Cyprus, is my senior student at Peking University, and Xiao Lu, the second secretary of the Economic and Counselor Office, is my senior senior student at Peking University. He drove me to Larnaca Airport in a Mercedes-Benz 260 of the embassy.The old Chen and his wife of the Xinhua News Agency seemed to be asking a three-year-old child to take care of him endlessly. I had long read a quote from Israeli Defense Minister Moshe Dayan during the Six-Day War: "Speed ​​can make up for any weakness." This coincides with my "blitz" philosophy.On the couch next to the information desk in the departure hall, we finally found the representative of the Sunnit company that engages in private flights.This tall, thin man in a suit and leather shoes suggested that we go to the coffee shop first, and he will find me in a while.

Twenty minutes later, a tall, thin man sneaked into the coffee shop and beckoned me to follow him like an underground worker in a joint.Beside the toilet in the departure hall, a dozen passengers had already gathered, and two Jewish men and women in casual clothes checked the luggage of the passengers one by one.A bald Jewish man with glasses was probing passengers' luggage with a box of instruments.A bearded Arab traveler's suitcase had been ripped open, and things were scattered all over the place.A Polish woman who is going to Tel Aviv to work as a nanny is being questioned by policewomen.

When it was my turn, the bald Jewish man with glasses didn't check my luggage. He just said that he was a police officer and that he had to cooperate with me for the safety of me and everyone else.He first asked me where I was from, what I was doing in Baghdad, where I was in Jordan, and where I lived in Nicosia.Is the luggage all my own, has any stranger touched my luggage, and has someone sent me electronic toys and chocolates.When he heard that I took the car from the Chinese embassy to the airport and had never had contact with any strangers, he said there was no problem and thanked me for my cooperation.I picked up Laika and wanted to take a picture of the security check scene, but the bald Jew stopped me immediately and asked me to think about his and everyone's safety.

A quarter of an hour later, the plainclothes woman who was as beautiful as Potty in "Three Detectives" came to me: "I am a policeman, please answer my question for the safety of you and everyone." Almost repeat.During the questioning process, the beautiful big eyes came straight to me, unblinking, like the deep macro lens of a Nikon camera.After answering the question, I was already in a cold sweat.The plainclothes woman said thank you for your cooperation, then took out a roll of self-adhesive paper, tore off a few pieces of small yellow paper one centimeter square, drew a Hebrew symbol on it with a marker pen, and pasted it on my five pieces of luggage one by one.The entire security check was over without opening the bag or using the detector.

It took until 7 o'clock in the evening for the plane to take off. It is said that this irregular time change is also to deal with terrorists.Over the decades, countless hijackings against Israel have been chilling.The plane is an old-fashioned propeller plane, like a B-17 bomber in World War II.The inside of the plane is very simple, counting the security personnel, two drivers, passengers and me there are 14 people in total.The taxi was deafening and I was sitting right behind the pilot.Over his shoulder, the green fluorescent dashboard could be seen.It was drizzling over the Mediterranean Sea, the small plane was bumping up and down in the wind and rain, and the window was as black as ink. I could only see the straight line drawn by the raindrops hitting the porthole on my left side and the green image flying on the radar screen next to the driver's knee in the front row. .I feel that I am like a fallen leaf in the autumn rain, fluttering and swaying.

After flying for more than an hour, a ray of golden light appeared in the 45° sky in front of the left, and the pilot said it was Haifa.Looking up, Israel is shrouded in a mass of orange lights, looming, mysterious and quiet. Tel Aviv is the economic, transportation and cultural center of Israel, as well as the largest urban population gathering point in Israel.It is located in the central part of the West Bank of Palestine, roughly from the lower reaches of the Yargon River in the north to the Bay of Jaffa in the south, covering an area of ​​more than 50 square kilometers. At a quarter to nine, our battered plane roared down on the rain-soaked runway of Ben-Gurion Airport.When the landing gear of the plane touched the ground smoothly, the passengers on board applauded in unison.The bearded pilot turned his head and asked me: "How is the flight?" I asked: "Are you asking about the driving skills or the plane?" American planes are also good." Unexpectedly, this guy was very dissatisfied: "Hey! This plane is made by us, and the model is 'Alpha'."

The huge airport was silent and empty, and the passengers just now disappeared like mercury in the blink of an eye.Following the road signs written in English, Arabic and Hebrew, I climbed up to the second floor with my rain-soaked luggage and knocked on the door of the immigration office.A middle-aged man in khaki military trousers who was as thin as a cobra opened the door and handed me a gas mask, a syringe and a small bottle of brown medicinal powder. He waved his fat, hairy hands and taught me how to avoid scud and how to inject myself after being poisoned. , how to apply powder to skin wounded by erosive chemical weapons.

The lady at the information desk at the airport heard that a Chinese was coming, and she screamed and called a large group of people around me to watch the news, and to study the differences between the Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans.I had to peddle the previous theory again: all the big men like me who are about 1.8 meters tall are generally Chinese, and the other countries are shorter than each other. Late at night, on the first floor of the Hilton Hotel in Tel Aviv, where I stayed, I rushed to the office of the Israeli Ministry of Information, dripping wet.An official was locking the door: "Are you from the Soviet Union?" He pointed to the five-star red flag on the upper left corner of my camera vest. "No, China, Beijing." He said "Oh" and looked at me again for a long time: "Sorry, I have never seen a Chinese from Beijing. I will apply for an interview pass for you right away. How long do you plan to stay, 10 days ? I will prescribe it to you for 15 days first, and if it is not enough, I will extend it to you."

That night (February 1), Tel Aviv was not attacked by Iraqi Scud missiles. In the past day, only a small private plane carrying 14 people landed in Tel Aviv.All flights to Israel have long since been suspended due to the Gulf War.