I was on my way to meet tentmakers from North Africa on Malta, for their encouragement and for me to learn about their lives, work and ministry in a very hard place. There was a layover in London of some hours which had me wandering around to kill time.
Suddenly there was an urgent message that I should go to Tunisia as soon as possible. I looked up, and there was an airline I had never heard of promoting flights to Tunisia. There was no lineup at the desk, asked how much a flight would be. In about 10 minutes I had secured a very inexpensive flight from Malta to Tunisia the following week.
A week later, after a short 70-minute flight, I landed at Tunis airport. To my surprise there seemed to be no customs at an almost deserted airport. While walking around wondering why I was even there, the quietness seemed eerie. From behind a pillar a man in black appeared and walked directly toward me. I had time to think that this would not end well. He stared at me, asked me if I was Ari Rocklin from Canada? I said that I was he. On hearing that the big man smiled and said, I have been looking forward to meeting you! My name is Ahmed, I will take you to your hotel.
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