I get the call in Cairo. The phone is always waiting for me. I can barely hear the man on the other end, this man I've known for years, the years that have put me on airplanes and camel backs and ferryboats and hydrofoils, the years that I've felt erode my face with pain and fatigue. I have no idea how many such calls I've gotten since I started
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