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Authors: Hunter Blacke
death statement really did not seem to be valid. What objective or purpose could be drawn?
The poor Dick was badly tortured and brutally killed. An odd outcome for this diamond recipient. Maybe there was an unknown buyer left wanting. What was with the Mosque?
Maybe the Armenian government believed the embarrassment of financial loss was unacceptable. Maybe the Mossad just wanted to leave a message. Maybe the Americans were just screwing around. There is no doubt it was a significant amount of stones. None of it really mattered to me. This was Yerevan were intrigue, double cross and vengeance was part of life.
I returned to the streets of downtown Yerevan and simply took time to drink in this city. The impatience of drivers created chaos at the intersections. Learning to cross the streets as a pedestrian took some observation. Armenian women walked hand in hand. Men walked in small groups. The older people shuffled along likely dreaming of their better times. There was hope in the air regardless. These people would prosper soon even if many of the young were leaving the country for Europe or Moscow to find work. They would return.
I saw the Armenians very much like the Israelis. This was their land. This was their history. Nobody would take it away again.
Chapter 18
Checking Out
It was time for me to get out of town. The Israelis were delighted. We really did not know what the hell Mossad was thinking. I am told nobody ever does. Nobody showed up to say thank you or anything else for that matter. Maybe they wanted the stones for themselves.
My presence kick started the search and recovery. The explanation for the disappearance was always suspect but like everything in Armenia nothing is what it seems.
I liked Yerevan. It was a clandestine city. Black seemed the prevailing wear for both men and women. Everybody wore black, dark somber clothing mostly leather. Nothing expressed more than the clothes. Nice clothes but unexpressive black. Don’t forget the shoes. Crafted European leathers were a necessity.
One could see, however, in a few years a full recovery would be evident where happy citizens would elevate to color and flash. A cosmopolitan city in the making. European in nature. Yerevan an ancient city upon cities.
Worth a return episode.
My handler got me out to the airport through the early morning darkness. We nodded goodbye. Strange dude. Competent. Silent. Effective. Still strange. Was I supposed to tip?
There too was Osanna and Artem. I was caught off guard but genuinely delighted. They wanted to express their personal appreciation for the bird dogging and loosening of tongues that helped determine what happened to the diamonds. Besides there was a loose bonding and trust between the three of us. Osanna said her injuries would heal soon. A good thing indeed.
Nobody was clear if Mossad were happy or not. None of us were dead so we concluded they probably approved of our venture.
I thanked both Osanna and Artem for their assistance knowing they had to live in Yerevan and deal everyday with government people and other elements that controlled both the city and country. Hopefully they will be regarded neutrally and not subjected to the black side of scrutiny. Both were intelligent players in a world of possibilities. They could come out on top anywhere they chose to operate.
I found my way through the departure procedure with some trepidation. The airport had an interesting check in I had not seen elsewhere. You put your finger print into a machine when you picked up your boarding pass and after getting to the actual gate, and, before boarding, you placed your finger into another designated spot and trusted the light came up green.
Sure enough I was told my visa time was exceeded by one day and of course I had to be subject to another $100 US fine after signing a paper saying I was a bad person.
The little tin soldiers put you in a Closter phobic
The poor Dick was badly tortured and brutally killed. An odd outcome for this diamond recipient. Maybe there was an unknown buyer left wanting. What was with the Mosque?
Maybe the Armenian government believed the embarrassment of financial loss was unacceptable. Maybe the Mossad just wanted to leave a message. Maybe the Americans were just screwing around. There is no doubt it was a significant amount of stones. None of it really mattered to me. This was Yerevan were intrigue, double cross and vengeance was part of life.
I returned to the streets of downtown Yerevan and simply took time to drink in this city. The impatience of drivers created chaos at the intersections. Learning to cross the streets as a pedestrian took some observation. Armenian women walked hand in hand. Men walked in small groups. The older people shuffled along likely dreaming of their better times. There was hope in the air regardless. These people would prosper soon even if many of the young were leaving the country for Europe or Moscow to find work. They would return.
I saw the Armenians very much like the Israelis. This was their land. This was their history. Nobody would take it away again.
Chapter 18
Checking Out
It was time for me to get out of town. The Israelis were delighted. We really did not know what the hell Mossad was thinking. I am told nobody ever does. Nobody showed up to say thank you or anything else for that matter. Maybe they wanted the stones for themselves.
My presence kick started the search and recovery. The explanation for the disappearance was always suspect but like everything in Armenia nothing is what it seems.
I liked Yerevan. It was a clandestine city. Black seemed the prevailing wear for both men and women. Everybody wore black, dark somber clothing mostly leather. Nothing expressed more than the clothes. Nice clothes but unexpressive black. Don’t forget the shoes. Crafted European leathers were a necessity.
One could see, however, in a few years a full recovery would be evident where happy citizens would elevate to color and flash. A cosmopolitan city in the making. European in nature. Yerevan an ancient city upon cities.
Worth a return episode.
My handler got me out to the airport through the early morning darkness. We nodded goodbye. Strange dude. Competent. Silent. Effective. Still strange. Was I supposed to tip?
There too was Osanna and Artem. I was caught off guard but genuinely delighted. They wanted to express their personal appreciation for the bird dogging and loosening of tongues that helped determine what happened to the diamonds. Besides there was a loose bonding and trust between the three of us. Osanna said her injuries would heal soon. A good thing indeed.
Nobody was clear if Mossad were happy or not. None of us were dead so we concluded they probably approved of our venture.
I thanked both Osanna and Artem for their assistance knowing they had to live in Yerevan and deal everyday with government people and other elements that controlled both the city and country. Hopefully they will be regarded neutrally and not subjected to the black side of scrutiny. Both were intelligent players in a world of possibilities. They could come out on top anywhere they chose to operate.
I found my way through the departure procedure with some trepidation. The airport had an interesting check in I had not seen elsewhere. You put your finger print into a machine when you picked up your boarding pass and after getting to the actual gate, and, before boarding, you placed your finger into another designated spot and trusted the light came up green.
Sure enough I was told my visa time was exceeded by one day and of course I had to be subject to another $100 US fine after signing a paper saying I was a bad person.
The little tin soldiers put you in a Closter phobic
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