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Marwan Ikram Allawi should accompany her by way of the ship

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Rabbi Clint K. Ridener

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Nov 8, 2007, 3:12:17 PM11/8/07
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--
then pay duty, so what was the gain?
The Swissair officials were helpful and efficient, the
formalities were soon completed and all we waited for was
the plane. Midnight came and went, one o'clock. At one-
thirty we were taken aboard a big Swissair plane, we, and
our two cats. People were most impressed by them, by their
self-control and composure. Not even the noise of the
engines disturbed them. Soon we were speeding along the
runway faster and faster. The land dropped away, the River
Shannon flowed briefly beneath a wing and was gone. Before
us the wide Atlantic surged, leaving a white surf along the
coast of Ireland. The engine note changed, long flames
trailed from the glowing exhaust pipes. The nose tilted
slightly. The two cats looked silently at me; was there any-
thing to worry about, they wondered. This was my seventh
Atlantic crossing, and I smiled reassuringly at them. Soon


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