19.
We’re transported by car under the
cover of darkness to the Turin International Airport and soon we are airborne for
the four hour trip to Cairo. We land just as dawn is arriving on the new day
and the sun is rising bright orange over the desert, melting the coolness that
no doubt settled in over the night and replacing it with a heavy, laden heat.
As promised we are greeted outside
the baggage claim doors by a young man named Sameh. The tall, muscular,
black-haired man doesn’t greet us with secrecy like one might expect. Instead
he holds up a white cardboard sign with the name CHASE written on it in thick
black Sharpie.
So much for keeping our heads
safely under the local radar …
After sharing some quick greetings,
Anya and I follow our contact out of the airport and int
