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Uri Dromi

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Rabin hesitated as he shook hands. I saw deep reservations

First Person

October 29, 2015 09:36
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As Yitzhak Rabin's foreign press spokesman, I was on the flight to Washington to be present for the signing of the Oslo Accords at the White House in 1993.

We flew overnight, on an ageing Israeli air force plane. It was the same plane Rabin and his staff usually took whenever he travelled as prime minister.

His aides and the press were accustomed to uncomfortable nights cramped in their seats. Only Rabin, and his wife Leah when she travelled with him, had any comfort. The Prime Minister enjoyed a curtained-off compartment with a bed. We would typically see him changed into pyjamas, saying goodnight, perhaps enjoying a nightcap, before disappearing into his compartment where he would sleep like a baby, arriving at his destination fresh and ready to work.

This flight was different. Rabin disappeared into his compartment as usual, while Foreign Minister Shimon Peres, who never seemed to sleep, worked the media at the back of the plane. But this time, sleep did not come easily to Rabin. I saw him come in and out of his cabin, visiting the rest-room, looking for another drink, clearly more agitated than normal.