It was late at night on May 11, 1948, when a rumpled Moshe Shertok (later Sharett) stepped off a small aircraft, likely a well-worn six-seater, accompanied by his daughter Yael, then 17. The slender and unassuming Shertok had just flown to Tel Aviv from New York. There had been stops for refueling along the way, some political business in Paris, and finally a connection in Athens where he was picked up by one of the Yishuv’s very few functioning aircraft for a bumpy, dangerous plane ride at low altitude across the Eastern Mediterranean. After this exhausting ordeal, Shertok, probably without a shower or change of clothes, was whisked to a meeting with the “Old Man.”