25. Closed Port - Huis Clos
It seemed to Sam(a) that her grandfather Wassim was always on his way out the door, out of Alexandria, running to catch an outbound train, headed southward, falling deeper into the country. He was chronically late for work. No time to chat. Shaking a tail feather, straightening up to fly right.
But if Wassim and Sam(a) did chat, what would Sam(a) tell him? She often wondered.
I’m your grandson. I have a v****a right now, but I’m a (gay) man. Horrible things will happen in the next decade. You’ll try to rebuild a life around the globe. You’ll fail, but the most workable solution will become the United States. Freewheeling, whimsical things will happen there that you won’t understand or wish to recognise, in your enduring 1930s Alexandria of the mind, and you’l
