. t time o my country to ions.

    I loved  locations on a map, and s ences. e calmly and joyfully about our journeys  a dance. Still, ered the man who fell in love while dancing.

    . I never saed t of being  t sliver of emotion. A glance could lead to paragrapnessed a ne among a desert tribe or found a rare palm, it emporary or ancient, Arabic on a mud e in Englisten in c and t as if to toucs possible deeper meanings, to become as intimate as he words.

    al, facing up, for t of morp floods o tin. urn its back to , a citizen of morph him.

    ting ep Club of France.

    Great jazz years. t floated out of tel Claridge on to to Egypt, o t, I took o t you o t.” Courtesy of te Ultraphone Franchise record company.

    the corner.

    During ts in Cairo, monter to a zinc bar for  nig dance. Almasy tempting an old dance step ed called ting Katon into raversing til ras.

    hinks.

    Almasy al series of movements. In t seem to be getting on ables  t nigayed. A bad Egyptian violinist mimicking Step out of control. “to us—tary strangers,” ed ed to dance ? on?” Most pulled back. urned to Clifton’s young   s naked plateau above tango ensued till one of t tep. S back do urning to table. Just staring   solemn but tacking face. tering at  he lyrics of “honeysuckle Rose,” perhaps.

    In Cairo betions no one ever sa or restless. ed t bars at nig in anot. It  noon. ts brus ed ing on stayed in , crying to get up, smoot one time been a man of delicacy.