Transcript · English → Spanish
English → Spanish transcript
Aprendieron las complejidades de la oración musulmana.
Cinco veces al día, antes de postrarse en sus alfombras, se lavaban a fondo.
Primero las manos, luego la boca, alrededor de la nariz.
Bien entrado en los 90 años, Isaac aún podía realizar la coreografía de memoria.
Aprendieron a cargar, limpiar y desmontar armas.
A disparar de forma rápida y precisa, sin importar el blanco.
Aprendieron a fabricar explosivos con lo que tuvieran a mano.
A despistar a un perseguidor.
Aprendieron a pensar rápido.
A mantener una historia de cobertura cuando un extraño indagaba demasiado.
A hacer hablar a alguien sin que se diera cuenta de lo que decía.
En resumen, aprendieron a convertirse en los hombres que fingían ser.
Porque aunque hablaban, vestían, comían y se veían como sus vecinos árabes,
no eran árabes.
No importaba de qué país fueran.
No importaba qué tan alto ascendieran en la sociedad, cuánta riqueza o educación tuvieran.
Ni siquiera cuántos siglos hubieran vivido en sus hogares.
Tarde o temprano, sus vecinos les recordaban que no eran árabes.
No eran musulmanes.
No eran los dueños de sus propios destinos.
No hasta que llegaron a Israel.
Pero una vez que se unieron a la unidad de espionaje encubierto, llamada creativamente la sección árabe,
tampoco eran ya judíos.
Al menos, no la mayor parte del tiempo.
Eran misdaravim.
Literalmente, aquellos que se vuelven como árabes.
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Original transcript (English)
They learned the intricacies of Muslim prayer. Five times a day, before they took to their mats, they washed thoroughly. First their hands, then their mouths, around their noses. Well into his 90s, Isaac could still perform the choreography by memory. They learned how to load, clean, and take apart guns.
How to shoot quickly and accurately, no matter the target. They learned to build explosives out of whatever was handy. How to shake a stalker. They learned how to think quickly. How to maintain a cover story when a stranger prodded too hard.
How to get someone talking without realizing what they were saying. In short, they learned how to become the men they pretended to be. Because though they spoke and dressed and ate and looked like their Arab neighbors, they were not Arabs. It didn't matter which country they were from.
It didn't matter how high they rose in society, how much wealth or education they had. Even how many centuries they lived in their homes. Sooner or later, their neighbors reminded them that they were not Arabs. They were not Muslims. They were not the masters of their own destinies.
Not until they came to Israel. But once they joined the undercover spy unit, creatively named the Arab section, they were no longer Jews either. At least, not most of the time. They were misdaravim.
Literally, those who become like Arabs.
