At the airport at Lydda, a chubby man in dark glasses stepped out of the plane just in from Amsterdam. An Israeli security officer approached him and asked, "Are you the traveler to Cyprus?" "Yes," replied the man, "I am." "Then follow me."
For the next 17 days, the "traveler to Cyprus" crisscrossed the state of Israel, inspecting homes, factories and collective farms, watching soldiers drill, meeting covertly with Israeli officials, educators, businessmen. Everywhere he went, he was accompanied by three shadows assigned by the Israeli government. Part of the time he called himself Erich Hamburger, at other times, Julius...
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