Having knocked on the door, I entered the office of Colonel Hamid, the man in charge of Benghazi’s crime unit. He was a paunchy man, with a thick beard and stern features, who always wore sunglasses even when evening fell and there was no need for them. He looked at me, scrutinizing me, taken aback … Continue reading The Reeling City
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