MY FIRST OVERSEAS DEAL ZIV MAGEN
old feet. Sweaty palms. Eyes darting round the room, from one face to another - trying to put together
broken pieces of sentences – words, syllables even – anything that’ll give me a clue as to where things
were headed.
What am I doing here, in this room, surrounded by these soft-spoken foreigners in suits & ties, nodding in
mock understanding, and preparing to sign away my life’s savings? Am I insane?? How did I end up here???