Blood flows, often. His, that of his father, his peers and his brothers. That of his enemies too. And it’s been going on for a long time, since the dawn of time or almost. And it may still last a long time, several lives, several eternities. Nahama had a double life and if she was a great singer in the spotlight, abandoning opera for jazz, in the shadows, she was a Mossad agent. Worldwide missions and gigs for the perfect cover. She tells frankly about her commitment, what pushed her, the first dangerous mission from which one of the team members will not return. We read the doubt, the expectation, the omnipresent violence. Looking back over the years, is this the time for wisdom? Is it a desire to confess his past even though this mode of contrition is not very popular in his country? Anyway Nahama drops the mask and forgets his blanket. No, music does not necessarily soften morals and his journey, told by Denis Jeanbar, is a dive into the underworld, where States tear each other apart and surrender blow for blow. Assassinations, kidnappings, profile deletions, the secret services are ruthless.
Denis Jeambar delivers a multiple novel; both espionage by describing as closely as possible the functioning of an operation set up by the services to clean up, it is also a book on commitment and all the sacrifices that this can entail.
Nahama knows what she left out for the cause, for her country. She who had promised her mother never to join the army has become something of a legend.
Denis Jeambar, with perfect timing, immerses us in the heart of the actions carried out by the Mezzo-soprano with bloodstained hands. After his long road paved with loneliness, lies, duplicity and adrenaline, Nahama confides in his life which was so unusual and awaits peace. And her tears finally flow.
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