The brainwash

An excerpt of the thriller THE DEATH SCIEENCES.

The brainwash

The Death Sciences

An excerpt

The heat in the narrow room was almost unbearable. Their cloths were soaked with perspiration, and both of them kept wiping their brows time and again.

A fine purifying furnace that meeting is going to be for him. Thought the bearded man contentedly, pulling another cigarette from the open packet.                        

The oral report reached its end and silence dominated again the narrow and smoky room. His host seemed to have fallen into deep thought, watching Samir like a huge black bird of prey, waiting with patience its imminent turn to come.

‘So you must have known him rather well.’ The bearded man remarked at last. ‘How many times did you pay him a visit at his home?’

‘A dozen times more or less, but I was accepted as one of them, as part of the household I dare say. I hope I’m not expected to renew my contacts with him.’ He added with a hint of surprise.

‘There’s no need to and I don’t believe you or anyone else, would be able to do so in the very near future!’ The bearded man guffawed pleased sarcastically. But he changed right away his expression, staring at Samir with a meaningful hard look, which left no doubts in his young guest’s heart.

‘You don’t mean to say, it’s impossible!’ Samir muttered utterly shocked. ‘Just how can the death of such an old and useless man serve us?’

‘Living among them left marked traces of their influence upon you, it seems; that’s what one would gather from such talk! Have you really been contaminated with their squeamish mentality?’ The bearded man lashed at him venomously. ‘The mentality of wailing women fit for weaklings alone! If we were to lose such men, at such age, of such position, it would have been hardly noticed. He isn’t an admired leader; he isn’t a political figure of any importance �" one whose fall would cause alarm or unrest, not among us. But how does it appear in their eyes?’ He asked rhetorically to emphasize his point. ‘I’ll tell you how they look upon him, or upon his kind: in their eyes he’s the crowned intellectual, the famous pedagogue, the great man of science and research, whose achievements are revered with awe as the symbols of wisdom no less! That’s why such men are ideal targets to our cause, and their fate shall be concluded according to our needs alone!’ He made a short pause to catch his breath, and went straight on. ‘It’s his turn now that ex-rector of yours, to serve our purpose. Yes, it would be a hard blow for them to bear �" that’s our estimate. The elimination of their intellectuals or any of their spiritual elite, should crush their moral, should shake the earth under their feet, and should cause a nation wide outcry so typical of their distorted mentality. That’s our aim, our exact aim. We’re neither interested in his personality nor are we impressed by it �" or his merits and his charitable character!’ He added mockingly in a whining voice, as if he was whimpering himself. But straight away he changed his tone into a thunderous roar: ‘The only thing that matters to us in his case, are the advantages that his death would add to our struggle!’ Out of breath almost through his oral and mental efforts, he nevertheless marked his last sentence with a flourish; crushing what was left of his cigarette in the ashtray in front of Samir’s eyes �" with a swift resolute movement of his right hand. ‘I hope I didn’t hurt the budding flower of your soul.’ He added suddenly ending the phrase in a mocking giggle, but resumed his monologue without giving his young guest the slightest chance to react. ‘I used on purpose that notorious literary expression of theirs, as there’s no other one in their loathsome language, which so properly describes their contemptible mentality of wailing women. THEY’RE NOT MEN AND THEY DON’T DESERVE TO BE HONORED LIKE MEN!!!’ He ended his harangue shouting, but only for an instant. ‘And what in the name of the prophet did he find in you?’ He hissed venomously at his young guest, before Samir could collect his wits.

‘Was he some sort of a pervert?’

‘Oh no, not really… I don’t think he was he had a family.’

He had a family… Echoed Samir’s answer in the bearded man’s brain, he could hardly hide his joy.

It did work out all right, I did it, the youth is mentally ready and prepared for his task! 

© Haim Kadman 1991 �" all rights reserved.

 

THE DEATH SCIENCES

SYNOPSIS

During a clandestine meeting in the old city of Jerusalem, not far from the holy shrines to Islam, Christianity and Judaism; Samir Mashrawee is persuaded in a sophisticated brainwash procedure to murder his ex rector in the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and thus gain the right to become a member in a terror organization.

The story is told through Samir’s viewpoint, a Palestinian youth who lives in Silowan, an Arab village at the outskirts of Jerusalem. After the war of 1967 Silowan was annexed to the state of Israel, its habitants became Israeli citizens. Thus Samir carries a blue identity card and is entitled to work in Israel and study in its academic institutes. He is a tall good-looking youth, and his appearance does not reveal his Arab origin. His social connections during his studies at the Hebrew University were mainly with his compatriots, the few Israeli Arab students and with Ghill, the Israeli student with whom he shares an apartment not far from the university.

Right after slaying his ex rector, he is whisked to the southern resort region of Taba near Eilat, on Egyptian soil; by two organization members, Leila and Taher, an Israeli Arab taxi driver. According to their cover story Leila is his just wed bride, and they are on their way to their honeymoon. He spends about a week with Leila at the luxurious five star Hilton hotel at Taba.  The fact that their relationship is a cover story, and the fact that Leila is on her way to wed her fiancé, who is a prominent P.L.O leader, does not impede Samir from raping her, on the first opportunity he has, when they are left alone in their luxurious suite. A week later, on reaching Cairo he parts with Leila, who proceeds to her awaiting fiancé in Tunisia.

According to clandestine rules he has to keep away from the P.L.O. offices and await instructions. As the whole operation including his rescue, has been executed not long ago and in haste; his compatriots in Cairo are eager to get rid of him. They fear the Mossad long vindictive arm, and send him on a round about course to Amsterdam, to join the local P.L.O group over there. His arrival causes mistrust and alarm among the small group members Thus they decide to send him on to the London group �" that group’s lack im manpower is well known. Samir lands in Heathrow Airport to meet Karim, who becomes his operator and trusted comrade. There he hops to pursue his academic studies. But things change in a very drastic manner, when he is suspected of

being an Israeli, a spying mole inside their organization.

This thriller includes 120 pages and , 71.431 words.

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