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CAIRO TO DAMASCUS
"Now that the Jews have a State," I said, "how do you propose to defeat it?"
"The Jews' problems have just begun. The Arabs are a patient people. We will not always be in a shooting war with
the Jews but we will be in a state of war with them forever.
The Jews can be destroyed by a boycott of their trade. Who
will buy their products? Not America, and not England. The
Jews can only survive through trade and export to the Arab
countries—and Arabs will not deal with the Jews. The Jews
will starve. War will come. Maybe not for five or ten years,
but when it docs, the Jews will be swept into the sea like a
tidal wave. They will disappear like Sodom and Gomorrah.
You will see."
Stefan arrived itching to spend the money the Mufti had
given him.
"How about meeting those Germans you wrote me about?"
I said, after greeting him.
"Yallah!"
We took a tram to the German Hospital on rue George
Picot, managed by the Sisters of St. Charles, and sat on a
bench outside the hospital entrance.
"It is early," Stefan said. "Every day someone is always here
to contact any visiting Germans and help them."
A group of five men got off the tram and walked toward
us. We shook hands. All were originally escapees from various Br