I had been using my cyberear to listen in on the soldier’s conversations, to give us advance warning should they decide to single us out. As our bus pulled away from yet another checkpoint, I heard two men in the back of the bus in whispered conversation. Their voices were hushed enough that even the people in the seat ahead of them wouldn’t be able to hear what they were saying, but with my amplified hearing I caught the word sonador . I immediately filtered out everything else—the other voices, the bus’ engine rumble, the squeaking of the seats and creak of the luggage rack overhead—to listen in.