Dangerous Protection

Alon Assouline

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Inspired by an incredible true story, one of an experienced Franco Israeli bodyguard , the guardian angel to the powerful of this world. An accomplished man, married and father of two, who have a bright future ahead...
While on his last high-value-target protection detail, his destiny was shaken when he met the Ukrainian heiress who fell in love with him and would destabilise him like nobody had ever done before... So they lived a forbidden love, becoming lovers, living an extravagant existence along side the ultra-rich. Palaces, private jets, yachts and trips around the world... Going on adventures day in and day out, that no common mortal could even imagine...
He left everything for her, he was under the impression that he had never loved before, they are happy and no longer hiding it. But the tide changes and the fall is spectacular. Betrayed, humiliated, devastated and still in love with his modern day princess, he falls deeper into despair.
Will his incredible survival instinct allow him to rise from the Ashes?
“ God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”Marc AureleThe true story of a French - Israeli army soldier, formerly a member of the Israeli State Protection Services, an outstanding bodyguard, a guardian angel of the rulers of this world. A man to whom life seems to be smiling. His destiny changes when he meets a very wealthy heiress on his last protection mission who will first of all make him happy. He then leads an extravagant existence with the ultra-rich. Palaces, private jets, yachts and trips around the world... Alon has a series of experiences and adventures that ordinary people can't even imagine. But the wheel turns and the fall is dizzying. Betrayed, humiliated, devastated and still...in love with his modern-dayprincess, he sinks into deep despair. The earthquake that shook this still young man has revealed to him the artist that he is deeply. His incredible instinct for survival will allow him to be reborn from his ashes ?

Sujets

• Israelí
• Melodrama
• Bodyguard
• Series
• Israeli
• Love Story
• Romance
• True Story

Informations

• Publié par: Iggybook
• Date de parution: 15 avril 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 6
• EAN13: 9782379792847
• Langue: Français

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DANGEROUS PROTECTION
Based on a true story

Alon Assouline

2020
Cet ebook a été réalisé avec IGGY FACTORY. Pour plus d'informations rendez-vous sur le site : www.iggybook.com
DANGEROUS PROTECTION
 
Based on a true story
 

" This Is My Story, or rather a determining chapter of my life. I wasn’t ready to go through this uncommon adventure and I had no idea that I would pay a high price for it,
purposefully and for reasons that seem obvious to me, I had to change some of the names out of respect."
Introduction
 
“ God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” Marc Aurele
 

Here I am in front of my blank sheet of paper, writing to free my sorrows and wounds, those that mark and hurt, those that create stigmas in your heart, those that challenge you, those that plunge you into a world where the sun no longer shines, where birds no longer fly, where you no longer really understand the meaning of your life.   Love is cancer, it gnaws the soul, burns the heart and pushes you to accept it until time manages to hide it in a corner of your mind.  I’m 41 years old and I’ve been in the fetal position every night, in my bed, for more than a month, eaten away by this damn cancer, the cancer of love. I don’t sleep anymore, I miss my laughter, I don’t eat anymore… I miss HER.
I don’t dare to turn on my mobile phone to avoid being tempted by our photos, our moments, our everyday complicit love. My face carries my sadness heavily. My distress, anger, depression have destroyed me, I am no longer the same, I am nothing.  I miss her body, I miss her laughter too. She was everything to me, I thought I was everything to her. I wanted her every day and every night. I liked to take her in my arms, I liked it when she stuck her ear to my chest with tenderness and told me that she liked to hear the beating of my heart that relaxed her. My body can no longer stand her abandonment. I’m like a drug addict in rehab, I suffer from a lack of HER. I can no longer listen to certain songs that remind me of situations, moments, smells, looks. I never thought that one day my destiny would make me suffer so much, that my decisions would change my life in this way. How, the man I was, experienced, lucid, controlling his emotions, having gone through and overcome so many dangerous situations, could he have fallen into emptiness and despair? It is said, however, that at my age, a man is more thoughtful, more stable, at the height of his maturity. And yet…
 
 
My story is like no other, because it is mine, that of an Israeli bodyguard whose last mission turned into a love story unlike any other. All the facts, characters and places are real. Some people’s identities have been changed for reasons that seem obvious to me.
 

My name is Alon, I was born in Jerusalem, Israel. I arrived in France with my parents at the age of five. My childhood and adolescence were pretty normal with my brothers, cousins, and friends, in a suburb that saw us grow and mature. At a very young age, my protective instinct was revealed, probably because of my younger brothers and cousins, who were sometimes in somewhat embarrassing situations.  At home, we spoke French with my father, who was a fervent French and Hebrew speaker with my mother, who was taking classes at the Alliance Française. We all adapted very quickly to Molière’s language and I can never thank our parents enough for having the courage to move to France in 1980.  At the age of 17, weighing 90 kilos, I had already joined a Jewish defense organization in Paris, which at the time was secret. No one must know that I was an active agent whose main mission was to secure and protect synagogues on the Sabbath and on holidays. We had regular training in Krav Maga, a physical and mental fighting sport of the Israeli army. We were all ready to intervene as a team if disruptive people attacked families or the synagogue.  It was a beautiful period in my young life that very quickly gave meaning to my future. I liked to protect others and fight for the good cause. Later, I attended protection courses for high-ranking personalities, most often in Israel. It was always exciting, interesting and I found real pleasure in feeling my adrenaline take me to new heights, finding courage and overcoming my emotions, such as stress, fear, and anxiety.  Over time, I had become a real bodyguard, perfectly mastering Krav Maga, skillfully handling my handgun and other firearms, as well as my telescopic baton, which accompanied me during almost all my missions in France and abroad. I was able to drive any vehicle in an emergency or attack situation. I could provide first aid in case of injury or discomfort. I carried all these qualities in me that I always handled with a cool head, earning the respect of my teammates.

 
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The Ambassador and Mr. Gringberg
 

In 1997, I had just celebrated my 22nd birthday, I had spent a few years in a special unit of the Israeli army that managed the protection of high-ranking personalities. Missions could sometimes involve great risks, but I embodied all the responsibilities. One morning at the end of May, my supervisor called me into his office, which was quite common in the unit, we were all used to having Turkish coffee in the very messy and cigarette smelling office.  I was convinced that he would wish me a belated « happy birthday » and probably give me a little, customary, gift. During the different courses of the unit, we had learned the science of NLP: Neuro-Linguistic Programming. It allowed us to understand and detect the behavior of others without approaching or knowing them. I was able to distinguish a nervous, stressed, high, worried, disturbed or malicious type just by observing their body gestures and language. To get my diploma, I was sent to Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv and Tel Aviv train stations for a few weeks, to put the theory into practice and analyze, on the cuff, the present moment. I was able to scan everything in record time, to memorize the faces of some travelers, the number of suitcases, clothes, bags, behaviors, nothing escaped my gaze. For me, it was a real intellectual game of memorization and analysis.  I entered the office, where I found myself alone for a few moments. Out of habit, I started to analyze the desk, objects, files, photos, medals, just to pass the time. I noticed a new yellow folder; probably recently made, pristine, the letters writing by the black marker were still shining.  My boss entered his office, tall, strong, grey hair, an natural authority figure. He imposed a kind of respect that was unquestionable. He was our « Uncle ». He immediately offered me a coffee and told me to make myself comfortable; I was very intrigued. The conversation was banal, but I felt that he was trying to put me at ease. Some of his actions showed me that he was waiting for the right time to talk about a serious subject.
 

When I had finished my coffee, I asked him if he want to talk to me about something important? No answer, just a smile and a heavy gaze. He asked me to close the door, get up from my chair and sit on the couch, usually reserved for his distinguished guests. He took the yellow folder, the one that had caught my eye, and gently handed it to me while staring at me with his cold blue eyes. Hiding my excitement, I took it without a word, eager to know its contents.  An hour later, I accepted a mission that would later turn my life upside down and give it another meaning. I was in charge of the physical protection of the Israeli Ambassador to Moscow. I was going to replace his current bodyguard, who did not want to renew his contract, preferring, like many of us, to work in the private sector. My superior shook my hand and in an almost paternal tone, wished me a happy birthday, with a powerful « Mazal Tov, Alon »!
 
I had three months to prepare for this mission. I had to study all the notes exchanged between the security service of the Embassy in Moscow and our service. I had to analyze the map of the city and its surroundings, learn the geopolitical situation, learn about the latest interventions made by the security services, the Ambassador’s lifestyle, his habits, his schedule, I even had to know his blood type, in the case of an injury or an attack, I had to know everything before I had even hit on the ground of the former Soviet Union, a mysterious, powerful and corrupt country.  My first few days were very intense. I had to adapt quickly without wasting any time, to be appreciated as a person and professionally by those whose physical safety depended on my skills, experience, and discipline. We quickly became close with His Excellency, the Ambassador. I accompanied him on all his travels, I attended all of his meetings, his receptions and we spent a lot of time talking in his living rooms, a vestige of the great Tsar era. Mutual trust had gently and warmly been established between us and my first year in Moscow had been very enriching and full of situations that were as incredible as they were unusual.

 

The Ambassador didn’t want me to be in a corner all the time, watching him with my earpiece connected to the HQ and the driver. He often gave me the opportunity to join him during his public relations galas and encouraged me to meet his guests and establish new relationships. He was very interested in my impressi