I remember a wonderful radio show I heard some years ago. Or perhaps I'm mistaken. There might have been a few smugglers, but everything was strictly secret. Ten years separating one world from another. On the bypass road around the Moshava, groaning vehicles ascend into southern Lebanon.
Traffic is heavy even at night.
Each strains under a flak jacket and heavy helmet. Some of them will continue to Tel Aviv, still wearing their ski masks and Canadian ski boots. My ears hear shouts, curses, curt orders. The convoy bound for Nabbatiya is forming up below. It's time to hurry.