HE GLARES OUT, each eye a path, down the lo the end of which is Hana. After she has bathed him she breaks the tip off an ampoule and turns to him with the morphine. An effigy. A bed. He rides the boat of morphi races in him, imploding time and geography the way maps press the world onto a two-dimensional sheet of paper.
The long Cairo evenings. The sea of night sky, hawks in rows until they are released at dusk, arg towards the last colour of the desert. A unison of performance like a handful of thrown seed.
In that city in you could buy anything—from a dog or a bird that came at och of a whistle, to those terrible leashes that slipped over the smallest finger of a woman so she was tethered to you in a crowded market.
In the northeast se of Cairo was the great courtyard ious students, and beyond it the Khan el Khalili bazaar.
Above the narrow streets we looked down upon cats on the cated tin roofs who also looked down the eo the street and stalls. Abo……（内容加载失败！）
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