Vanunu on Facebook - 30th September action

Dear Friends and Supporters,

Just a quick update and a suggestion for an action you can take as outlined below. Since our last circular and Mordechai's surprise release from prison, two weeks early, he has left Jerusalem and moved to Tel Aviv. With help from friends he has found a simple place to live, and he tells us he greatly enjoys swimming at least once every day in the sea.

Also, a new appeal, the fifth, regarding Mordechai's restrictions has just been sent to the Supreme Court, but no date has yet been set for the hearing.

Now, for all of you on Facebook we would like to encourage you to take up Mordechai's novel suggestion - below - as well as to circulate the idea as widely as possible with sympathetic groups and people.

Message from Mordechai:
I have a mission for you and others, to ask world wide facebook people, to write on their page on September 30th: "FREEDOM FOR VANUNU NOW," This is 24 years since I lost my freedom 1986-2010. "FREEDOM FOR VANUNU NOW".

Thank you to all who post on their Facebook page/wall, and forward onto others, to appear on 30th September 2010: FREEDOM FOR VANUNU NOW.

Also, check out Mordechai's Facebook - his Friend count is increasing rapidly - this is another way to keep in touch with him and express your support.

For and on behalf of the Campaign for a Nuclear Free Middle East, our best wishes,
Ernest, Hope, David, Marie, Adeline
--
Campaign for a Nuclear Free Middle East
cfnfme@gmail.com

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