Philadelphia Is in Jordan
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That I had so far kept out of trouble was due mainly to the
Arab national curses: laxity, gullibility, the love of baksheesh.
On the other hand, might not Farhan Bey strike suddenly?
Perhaps he had waited for just this moment—when all my
belongings were together so I'd be caught with my precious
photographs and notes.
I took another quick look at the cab. The driver was still
hawking for customers. "Sham! Sham! Yallah ala Sham! Damascus! Damascus! Going to Damascus!" He had one more
passenger and needed two more to make the trip