The Distant Journey

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The port city of Latakia smelled of diesel and wet limestone, a cavity in the earth where the Mediterranean had chewed through the stone and left the bones of the industry exposed. The fishing boats sat idle in the harbor, their nets dry and brittle, waiting for a quota that had been cut by half, then half again, until the water waslong to no one. I was thirty years old, a school janitor on a...

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