21.
As promised, Sameh is waiting for
us at the bar. Two whiskeys also await us.
“I trust you found the little
present I left for you on the desk?” he asks while sipping from a cold bottle
of Cairo beer.
The bar is busy for so early in the
morning. At least three men are bellied up to it, slow drinking beer and
liquor. One is dressed in a bush jacket and heavy boots. He’s sporting long
black hair that’s tied back in a ponytail. His skin is browned from the sun and
covered in a sheen of desert sand, which tells me he hasn’t been in the city
for very long. Another shorter, stockier man is dressed in light leather coat
which is also weathered by the sun, like my own. He’s wearing a fedora that’s
seen its fair share of desert sand and sun. Another, an Arab, is wearing a dark
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