At 3 o'clock one morning last fortnight, a young Palestinian Arab employed as a senior translator by the Arabian-American Oil Company in Dhahran, was awakened by a Saudi Arabian cop. "Here's the list," softly murmured the Saudi cop, handing over a bit of paper with 72 names scrawled upon it. The translator knew what was expected of him: to check off a new batch of "undesirable" Palestinian Arabs on Aramco's staff, slated for arrest and deportation by royal decree.
Sleepily he moved his finger down the list. Three quarters of the way down the list he was jolted fast awake....
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