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Robert Maimoni watched the excited, jubilant crowd on the tarmac at Ben-Gurion International Airport. His lucidity had been somewhat blunted by the sedative he had been injected with a few minutes earlier; nonetheless, despite the drug-induced fog, Maimouni managed to painfully whisper to his wife Lola and his daughter Martine a sentence that he would constantly repeat for the rest of his life: “They are...
