"Can you push me out?"
Yassin looked at "Special Envoy to the Middle East" Jason Bourne and said with a smile.
The latter quickly nodded, grasping the back of the wheelchair with both hands, and pushed him out of the "modified" tunnel.
Israel Mossad was pursuing and assassinating him, so Yassin had to hide everywhere.
He struggled to lift his head, his wrinkled face slightly pulled as exhaustion weighed heavily in his cloudy eyes; this nearly seventy-year-old man... was really tired.
"I've never seen the moon of my homeland, it should be the same as the one I saw over the ruins, right?"
"Can Palestinians return to their capital?"
Jason Bourne didn't know how to answer.
Because it was simply impossible!
Europe wouldn't allow it, the United States wouldn't allow it, most importantly the United States; they just blinked and lifted their backside, and Israel would be busy sticking its tongue out, doing what? Licking the backside.
