Instead I had veered into esoteric la la land, and it felt like quicksand. The soldier stood looking into my eyes, and I was sure we were done. My suggestion is that you say you re free lance reporters. Any cab driver will know where it is. And by the way, I m glad you re doing whatever it is you said you re doing.
Prayer is great.
I looked over at Gillian and smiled. The direct path had worked, amazingly enough. Minutes later we were in a cab on our way to the Ministry of Information. There was only one step to go. If we made it over this next hurdle then we would have accomplished the impossible.