ABSTRACT
Returning from Jerusalem, I reached home at 5 a.m., surprised to find lights on in the house at such an early hour. The reason for this soon became clear: my wife was getting ready to go to the airport to fly to Germany and arrange for our personal belongings, which we had left behind when we had gone to Egypt for the visit by Chancellor Schmidt the previous December, to be shipped back. After greeting each other, she left for the airport while I went to bed. I fell into a deep sleep, but was awakened by the persistent ringing of the telephone line to the President. I raised the receiver. The speaker, one of the Presidency chamberlains, informed me that the President was expecting me at eleven at the Barrage rest-house (an hour away from Cairo). In my irritation at being wakened, I asked him to tell the President I would go and see him when I had managed to get some sleep, and would be unable to meet him before 1 p.m., whereupon I then hung up.
