Ann, Corina and I arrived in the middle of the night. O'dark-thirty. The city is enchanting and our hosts have treated us with respect and hospitality.
As the motorcade cruised from the airport to the capitol the lead vehicle flashed his lights at a small car in front. The young guy moved over and tried to see what was going on as we passed. The look on his face was memorable. No anger or frustration yet. His face said something like "Hey. . . what's going on there . . . ?"
Government action impacted him; he was clearly interested but didn't have an information channel to learn what happened or why. I think that could be emblematic. As I prepare for this week's discussions I'll do it with that guy's face in mind.
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