By Steve Hendricks
Presents a close account of the occasions surrounding the abduction of Abu Omar, an intensive Muslim chief, in Milan, Italy, and then he used to be despatched to be tortured in Egypt, and examines efforts of Italian investigators and the CIA's position within the events.
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A Milanese takes his coffee standing up, at the bar proper, where a brass foot rail takes the place of a seat. A drinker who sits doubles his price, and the workaday Milanese refuses to pay for real estate when he needs only caffeine. Ludwig took his place at the footrail, ordered his drink, and drew it out as long as he could. He may have been reduced to ordering from the sandwiches that in Milanese bars have been dressed years in advance and are heated when ordered—a gastronomic improvement, but just, over cardboard.
The day had been monotonous, even for a Monday. He had made a few appointments that he cared little about, had attended to a few (but not enough) of the papers that had been sitting too long on his desk, and had weighed and re-weighed which of his remaining tasks was the least unpleasant. When his mobile phone rang, he figured it for another start-of-the-week nuisance—there were always plenty after a quiet weekend—and he thought he might let it go. Reflex, however, impelled him to glance at his caller ID, which read “Call 1,” a hidden number.
Later he took to the bench, where the entertainment was slim and the minutes expired slowly. At one o’clock, no call having come, he returned to his scooter. A week later Bob asked Ludwig to go to Piazza Dergano the coming Sunday. Again Ludwig went, but again there was no call. And so the following Sunday. AT THREE in the afternoon on January 13, 2003, a man whose name was not Massimo but who will be called that here, was ruing the start of the week. The radiator in his office was, in the Italian phrase, going a thousand, and the air was as dry as the inside of a sauna but without the cedary charm.
A kidnapping in Milan : the CIA on trial by Steve Hendricks