Wednesday, June 06, 2007

My longest ten minutes - by an Egyptian Jew

June 1967. The police said they wanted to talk to Rami Mangoubi's brother for ten minutes. The ten minutes turned out to be three years, nine days, 17 hours and 58 minutes. Rami tells his story in The Jerusalem Post:
During the first three days of the Six Day War, the Egyptian media claimed victory, and Egyptians did not know their army was crushed. Everyone was certain troops were at the doors of Tel Aviv. Rumors spread that thousands of Israeli prisoners were being shipped to Cairo by train to be paraded for all to see in Ramses Square, where the train station is located. The authorities had trouble satisfying this demand, as Egypt had caught no more than a handful of Israeli POWs. But a solution was found.

On the first day of the war, at a quarter to five sharp, we heard a knock at the door. We opened. Two policemen in civilian clothes wanted my brother Sami for 10 minutes at the station. He followed them.

Two minutes later, Zeinab, the custodian's wife, knocked at the door. Shaken and with tears in her eyes she asked: "Why did they take him?"

Still in shock, we just repeated what we heard: "He will be back in ten minutes".

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