LET MY PEOPLE GO!

Luigi, Herman and Kokksakee

A Sagacious Story of an old Score to Settle

GET DOWN PHAROH, LET MY PEOPLE GO!

By Izzy Ess of Blissfulness

Luigi Mastroianni met with Hermann Blausteiner behind the store that sold old furniture and newer television sets; they spoke in muffled tones so as to be quite unobserved and un-overheard by anyone, especially Prince Albert Bloomenfeld, the Jewish owner of the store in Kensington’s old market place in old Toronto.  Prince Albert was aware and was not alarmed at first. but he was cautious and installed an obscure camera and two hidden sound recording microphones, right on the wall behind the store on pretext that he needed some surveillance to prevent a robbery.  The tiny sign said, “Smile, you’re on the Candid Camera Show for Television.”  Our Luigi, Hermann and Kokksakee Nakamura made an ugly trio for the cameras to cleverly make movies and record, just every gesture and just every word of whispering on every early Tuesday morning, when the three convened and plotted genocide, between the hours of 6:00 and 7:30 am.  Albert asked his friends, Roberta Eisenstein and Rifka Anne Gewurtzen to review the tapes each Tuesday evening at his home in Forest Hills, Ontario, a wealthy, mainly Jewish suburb in the northern part of Toronto.

Ms. Rifka was retired from baking bread at Tevyah’s Jewish Bakery, while Bobby Eisenstein had worked the counters at the Kersey’s Five and Dime, creating double chocolate ice-cream sundaes that would draw a lot of customers from everywhere, including Hamilton, Ontario, and Niagara Falls, NY.  Prince Albert had sold Fuller Brushes and had saved enough to buy the spot in the old marketplace for selling furniture and television sets.  Prince Albert, Bobby and our Rifka had become close friends when all had lost their spouses seven years ago.  They’d started talking in the Synagogue in Forest Hills, the Beth Shalom, when all their spouses died.  Frequently, they met for breakfast at the restaurant in which Ms. Rifka worked in Tevyah’s old place on Arlington, in Forest Hills.  When Tevyah retired and closed his bakery and restaurant, they started meeting at each other’s houses, about three times a week for supper and a pleasant evening.  The sex had started innocently and was gentle and sublime.  Prince Albert still could outperform much younger men, while Bobby and Ms. Rifka were appreciative and quite responsive, as progressively more full of love than Albert ever hoped for.  The trio of good friends were often in the cozy, huge four-poster bed of Albert’s for the night and morning, when they often felt most sexy.

This Saturday, the Jewish trio were quite shocked to hear the Ugly trio back of Albert’s were conspiring to annihilate the Jewish population of the northern suburbs of Toronto and of Hamilton.  The Ugly trio was so agitated, as they made their fists and gestulated angrily.  Some anti-Semitic old slurs and slogans were just blurted out.  They talked about how Jews stole all their money and deserved to die.  They talked about the traitors, Jews, who didn’t pay their proper share, and hoarded gold to halt the Axis from achieving victory in WWII.  Accusing Jews of Communistic leanings, they declared that Jewish Russians were the cause of Hitler’s downfall.  They conspired to kill the Jews in Canada to get revenge.  Mastroianni did refer to wealthy friends, who worked in higher places, who would fund their plans to blow up synagogues and kill as many Jews as there were living here, in Canada.  They referred to Neo-Fascist groups in Hamilton who were quite active in this movement to recapture glory, once again.  They gleefully suggested that, as soon as this area were cleared of Jews, the next steps would include the destruction of the Jews in Montreal and then in New York City.

The Jewish Trio watched, and heard the threats, and were alarmed.  They discussed just how to get some help to stop this awful plan.  Rifka felt they have to call the cops, but Albert felt there might be Fascists there, as well as in the government who would plot to silence them.  Suddenly, Prince Albert brightened up and said, “A friend of mine was once Massad.  He might know exactly who to tell and what to do!”  The women were relieved and asked about the friend of Albert’s.  “You may have met him, ladies.  He’s a member of the Beth Shalom and he was in Israel in 1948 when Israel was born.  His name is Tzvi O’Bramavitz.  His family is Irish and he fought the bloody Arabs in Jerusalem.  He told me long ago that he had joined Massad and did some undercover work for them.  I read where Hitler had an Arab who advised him of techniques for killing many of our relatives who died in Nazi death camps in Europa during World War II.”  “I know Tzvi!” said Rifka.  He married Abigail, a friend of mine from the Hadassah.  “He’s still so tall and handsome.”  “I also know him from the Synagogue,” said Roberta, enthusiastically.  “He is so tall and handsome, I agree.”

The Jewish Trio met with Tzvi O’Bramavitz.  Inviting widowed, tall and handsome Tzvi to dinner at Prince Albert’s house made everyone excited.  Rifka served her famous chicken soup and matzo balls.  Roberta looked quite beautiful in her new silky, light blue dress.  Tzvi had many stories of his work to get the State of Israel established.  It was obvious that he was angry at the films he saw that night.  He vowed to get his friends from Israel involved.  After dinner, all relaxed with Brandy and dessert.  Rifka and Roberta were so openly flirtatious that Prince Albert was embarrassed for them.  The four of them talked through midnight and the members of the Jewish Trio made suggestions to their guest that he could stay the night.  Tzvi conceded that, indeed, he was so tired he could use some sleep.  The women didn’t hesitate.  They helped him get undressed and led him to their bed.  All of them undressed and joined him for a nap before the physical activities ensued.  They entwined, enjoined and really had a pleasant and exciting night, together.  In the morning as they dressed and showered, Tzvi repeated that he would make contact with the friends he had of the Massad and would get back to them, as soon as possible.  Rifka quickly quipped, “How ‘bout some chicken soup and matzo balls again, this evening?”  She smiled and offered, “If I make them, will you come?”  “Of course,” replied the handsome Tzvi.  “I would be delighted to come, again and again.”  The four of them laughed heartily and left to go about their usual full busy days.

That evening, La Quartette Juif de Beth Shalom was huddled at the supper table.  Our Tzvi had contacted his friends in the Massad and they had promised to send agents to Toronto to assist them.  The chicken soup and matzo balls were still outstanding as was the night in bed, the four new friends becoming much more comfortable with each other and more loving.  Rifka served them all some scrambled eggs and versht for breakfast, with strong Turkish coffee and some special Haifa oranges.  They all were naked as they sat upon the bed and laughed about their fumbling movements, through the night.  Roberta laughed about her wild attempts to on top of Tzvi when he was bucking like a horse and Rifka started laughing, uncontrollably.  They had to calm her down by mounting her and bucking like a horse again.  Tzvi was first with Bobby while Prince Albert mounted Rifka.  Then, they switched and tried to do it once again, but couldn’t do it, not without dismounting and continuing with sixty-nines.  The happy members of the new quartette continued smiling while they showered and got dressed for another busy day.  All of them remarked that the evening and the night were quite exhausting and perhaps a break was needed.  Rifka did suggest they only meet for supper for the next two days and then attempt it all again.  They all agreed and split to go their separate ways.

The next two evenings were a lot of fun without the pressure to perform.  Prince Albert got his great collection of old fashioned platters out.  They played the old familiar songs of yesteryear, the Frank Sinatra’s and the Doris Day’s, the Benny Goodman’s, Rosemary Clooney’s and the Bing’s plus the Broadway cast recording of The Fiddler on the Roof.  They sang and danced and lay in bed, exhausted and they slept.  In the morning, they entwined again and did it all, successfully.  The next night, Bobby made her favourite stew with mouton, mushrooms, barley, cabbage and tomatoes.  They watched the Blue Jays lose to New York Yankees and retired with renewal of their energies.

Tzvi informed them that the agents of Massad would be in Toronto the next day and they would need a private place to show the movies of the Fascists making plans for genocide.  Tzvi suggested Royal York Hotel, downtown, where conference rooms would be available.  He said that the Massad would register with undercover names and make arrangements for the viewing of Prince Albert’s films and sound recordings.  He said Massad knew how to make a room secure for all of them to have their conference and make plans to thwart the Ugly Trio’s plans.

The sign outside the conference door said, “Meetings of the Grand Society of Animal Psychologists.”  In smaller print, it said, “A Registration is Required.  Do not enter unless you are registered.  If you pre-registered, your name tags and agendas are at the table to your right.”  On the table to the right, there was a pretty, well-dressed business women with a few remaining ID tags laid out and a small pile of neatly typed programme schedules.  Tzvi, Bobby, Rifka and Prince Albert stopped to get their ID tags which had a pin like broaches.  The Quartette Juif now looked like conference attendees and were let inside by another well-dressed business woman who checked off her list as if she had securely made so certain that these four were who they said they were.  Inside, a minion sat around an oval table were there was a small projector and computer.  Prince Albert handed all his tapes and discs to the young woman at the door and noticed that she went directly to the small computer on the table.  She uploaded all of Albert’s stuff and nodded to the man who seemed to be directing everyone.  The woman turned the lights off and the projector started to project the images that Albert had so patiently collected.  There were introductions at the start which were unnecessary since all the members of Massad were working under cover and would furnish aliases only.

When the films were finished, the obvious director thanked profusely, Albert, and he shook his hand.  Then he said the twelve Massad agents needed privacy to recheck all of Albert’s data.  He said the records of the Ugly Trio’s meetings would be destroyed completely to safe-guard the secrecy that was required.  He said it will be obvious what action will be taken.  He added that no further films or records should be carried out.  He said the Ugly Trio will be monitored to find out more of whom their contacts are, especially those mentioned as the men in higher places.  Albert asked if he could watch without recording what went on behind his store.  A nod of, “Yes,” was given with the caution that, “You must not tip your hat and show the Ugly Trio you are watching, or you might have been recording.  They would quickly kill you and explode your building to destroy all evidence.  These men are truly dangerous, quite serious and armed!  They’re quite prepared to kill you and a lot of Jews to satisfy their egomanias.”

La Quartette Juif was roundly, quietly congratulated and so warmly thanked for all their undercover work.  They left the conference room and quickly exited the Royal York Hotel.  They’d learned they had to take four separate exits and not to reconvene until they were quite safe to do so.  They waited two whole days before they met again in Albert’s home ostensibly for Rifka’s splendid supper and some entertainment for the evening and the night.  They whispered everything except for exclamations of the greatness of the Rifka spread of food.  It was, again, her chicken soup with matzo balls.  In addition she had made the most delicious roasted chicken, baked potatoes, carrots and asparagus.  They spent a very happy time in bed that night and left at different times, avoiding some suspicions that the neighbours might be having.  Albert had reported to them all that the business woman at the meeting had entered his front door in Kensington and asked about some antique furniture.  She asked if she could see the stuff in back, where she requested that she see his set up for monitoring his back alley.  She turned it on, confirming that she saw the Ugly Trio clearly making plans for genocide.  She smiled her great approval of the quality of his equipment and asked that he dismantle it because her new equipment was installed during night time hours from across the alleyway behind the store.  Prince Albert did comply, immediately.  Another agent did appear next morning, looked around, head-nodded his approval, and then left.

Luigi Mastroianni, Hermann Blausteiner and Kokksakee Nakamura didn’t pay attention to the horse-drawn wagon in the alleyway behind Prince Albert’s store in Kensington’s old Marketplace.  The farmer, who was guiding it on foot, was picking through the garbage cans and picking up some garbage items, such as broken lamps and chairs without a leg, or two.  He’d fling discarded items and the garbage pickings up onto his covered wagon, not unlike the ones oft seen in every cowboy movie.  The Ugly Trio members had to crowd a little closer to the wall of Albert’s storeroom to avoid the horse who poked his nose at all their pockets in the expectation that some food was there and could be offered.  Luigi and Hermann had chocolate bars, still in their wrappers to assuage the hard-worked horse.  At just the right position for the Trio, three masked men, disguised as three Lone Rangers jumped down from the covered wagon.  With practiced neck blows, the Uglys were assassinated in just a moment.  Three ragged older carpets, thrown upon them, were used like large soft taco wraps, to wrap them up and throw them in the wagon and then covered with a lot of garbage that had been collected.  The three Lone Rangers having done their deadly task, jumped in the wagon and used a large Arabian wool carpet to disguise their presence in the loaded wagon as the farmer led the horse and wagon slowly through the alley way.  The operation in Prince Albert’s alleyway was not observed by anyone, except an older Jewish woman with a secret camera, who was just behind the wagon, picking garbage items up and throwing them upon the pile of garbage on the covered cowboy wagon.

Films of everything were sent to Tzvi, who shared them secretly with the Quartette of Jewish friends.  The films showed all the details of the alleyway assassination and the aftermath, where bodies of Luigi, Herman and Kokksakee were sequestered in three very cheaply made large coffins and were shipped across the pond to Haifa in an empty freighter, which had once been filled with oranges.  Every month, thereafter, Tzvi received a package of the Haifa goodies, like the Fruit-A-Month deliveries from other countries.  The News on CNN showed large explosions in Hamilton and old Toronto which were unexplained.  The Knickerbocker Grand Hotel on Main Street, downtown Hamilton was leveled and became a pile of rubble.  The Pfisterplatz large complex in a wealthy, mainly Christian, suburb of Toronto was also leveled.  Wolfgang Spitzer of the CNN reported that Police in either city, suspected not some acts of terrorism and had put them down to random accidents of gas leaks.  In each, the loss of lives was never high, because the accidents occurred at night and the hotels and their boutiques were not to occupied, but certain politicians were severely injured and eventually did die.  Large Memorials were held while investigations were ongoing.  Some politicians actually had been missing and were still missing many months later and were assumed to have been vaporized by the explosions.  Final reports were certain that the coincidental gas leaks and explosions were unrelated, eh?

Prince Albert, Rifka, Bobby and our Tzvi returned to their routines.  Their friendships were deepening.  All of them retired to the penthouse au Fountainbleu, in Florida and lived an hundred years, happy, peaceful and so full of life, until their quiet deaths.  Chicken soup and matzo balls were deemed to be their secret of longevity.  Sex, love, music and dancing were contributory, just like with Moses and his group of in-laws and out-laws, Jethro, Miriam and Aaron, in Exodus.  And, the Patriarchs and Matriarchs didn’t even ever sample Rifka’s potions for Eternal Life and Youthful stuff, eh?

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 9, 2013

Unedited save for OCPD OFFICE,

Which insists on shorter sentences,

Correct spelling and correct syntax,

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