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Yasser Arafat, while head of PLO.

I was 18 years old. Worked as a bellboy at the Grand Hotel in Stockholm when Arafat visited. His entourage with a lot of security people locked down a whole section of the hotel. I delivered flowers to his room. Checked by at least five different bad looking security guys on my way I finally was shown in to his room. He lie on his bed and waved me to come right up to him. I placed the flowers on the night table, he thanked me, nodded and then I was shown out.