Thunderstrike in Syria

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July is always hot in Israel, and riding in a car that wasn't air-conditioned only made us more uncomfortable. My main concern was that the heat might cause the makeup on our faces to soften and wreck my scheme for catching off guard the SLA agents in the House of Medals. I wanted to take at least one SLA member alive, more if possible, and Leah Weizmann and I could hardly walk into the religious shop and pose as elderly tourists with greasepaint flowing down our faces. However, the Hamosad makeup experts had assured us that the cosmetics were impervious to heat and perspiration and could only be removed by a special solution of alcohol, glycerol and something called somandaline. Two bottles of the stuff were in the dashboard of the Volvo. The Hamosad makeup boys had been right: I could sweat through the cosmetics and even wipe my face without harming any of the tints or shades or "wrinkles."

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