ABSTRACT
If the general preparations for a siege were wholly inadequate, my own were equally ineffectual. I persuaded my editors to install in my home a short-wave transmitter. They liked the idea, and the next week two experts, members of a kibbutz, appeared; they had served in the engineer corps of the U.S. Army during the war and brought an impressive set (war surplus) and an enormous aerial, which was put up on the roof. But when I tried the transmitter a few weeks later, the mountains effectively barred transmission. But for a relay station somewhere near the Kastel, there was no hope of getting through; unfortunately, the Kastel was in Arab hands. The aerial remained on the roof for a long time and served various useful purposes—the children played with it, washing was hung on it to dry—until one day it disappeared.
