I was sitting quietly in my room sorting quarters from Euros when a knock came at the door.  A man that I did not recognise appeared.  He said he was there to take me somewhere.  It was ok he told me. We would go to the home of the owners of the club.  I walked with him down to the car and we drove off into the night. driving along a secluded road his cellphone rang, he answered a couple quick questions.  Plans had changed.  Soon we arrived at the gate of a high secuity area along the coast.  He talked to the gaurd in Hebrew.  After a short conversation we turned and went to a side gate.  Slowly the 12 foot raser wire gate began to open.  I wondered what would happen next. . . Continue reading →