THE GREEN KING (part 57)

THE GREEN KING (part 57)

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The Photographer from Salzburg

‘That probably what’s bothering you.’ Answered Ben Nathan, laughing. ‘That would bother me too.’

The two men decided that Barazini should trust his instinct.

On July 30, he went back to see Yoel Bainish and Reb Klimrod. He announced his decision: they were to leave, together, the night of August 6.

Actually, Barazini had found a solution, which, in his eyes, settled everything. For a time, Bainish was to keep an eye on Klimrod. That was a first precaution. To this he added a second, reassuring, one: he sent a message to Tel Aviv, in which he particularly called Dov Lazarus’s attention to Reb Klimrod.

Reb held his hand out to Bainish, whose leg and hip were still stiff. He pulled him up into the truck, there were already eleven men and five women, mostly between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. There was total silence. Someone pulled up the tailgate and locked it and also fastened the khaki cover, which cut out any kind of light. There was some whispering outside; then the engine was started and the truck pulled away. It was one o’clock in the morning, Agust 7, 1945.

To reach the rendezvous point, Reb and Yoel had left the hospital well before midnight. They had closed Linz, avoiding the city’s centre, and reached the first rallying point, near a warehouse in the heart in the dock installations along the Danube. They had been joined there by two men and a young girl, but it was decided that they would not to go on as a group. They had walked to the southern outskirts of the city. At no point was Reb aware of the rendezvous areas, of the time schedules, of the identity of his companions, of the conditions of the departure.

TO BE CONTINUED

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