In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. It was the winter of 2001 and I’d just finished an uneventful evening of classes at The Language Teaching Institute. Gathering up […]Read More
Category: 6. The Little Pronghorn
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