On a recent evening at a busy downtown Rabat café, a long-haired, bearded young man carrying a black briefcase comes waltzing in through the front door. He has the look of someone looking for someone else. His energy is contagious. His dark eyes scan the sea of tables. They stop on me. I nod. He nods back. “Sorry I’m late,” he says, in French, sliding into the booth next to me […]
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