Amina could barely contain herself, she alternately tensed one leg then the other. She wanted to pace. She wanted to scream. She wanted to do something But she new she could not. She must stay calm and make sure to avoid drawing attention to herself. So she breathed slowly, whispered soothing words to herself  and … Continue reading Day 2 →

Brian was hot, tired and hungry. More hungry than tired. He had skipped breakfast this morning to search the city.  He found a used bookseller at the bazaar here in Casablanca.  Thousands of dusty books, mostly in Arabic or French, a few in English, and a tiny fraction in other languages. He was intently looking for a … Continue reading Day 1 →