With a heart pounding against the ribcage and a blend of dread and adrenaline coursing through the veins, every ticking second was a gamble against fate as I wrestled with the clandestine whispers of the night, a rendezvous with the unknown lurking in the shadows of Seattle's gloom, every move scribbled in the clandestine pages of espionage where trust was a rare commodity, and every face veiled a narrative tangled in the web of deceit and danger, a reality far stranger than the most intricate fiction.
Some of life’s best plans do not always materialize. Such was the case last week when our newspaper had planned to carry a story in this past Tuesday’s edition about
Zahara Levitov was a Palmach fighter and among the first women to fly planes in the newly established IDF, but her service was cut short by a tragic crash.