Wadi al Qasr -- Coming out of the desert this morning we found ourselves shadowed by a boy with a minicam. Imagine. Don't know if he was filming for fun, profit, or military obligation. I'd say he was about fifteen. We would see his head for a few seconds over the crest of a dune, but as soon as we stopped and called to him he would disappear. No idea how he managed to keep up with our trucks. Perhaps he had a camel stashed somewhere, or more likely an ATV. We never got a close look, much less footage. He was there and he was gone, retaining his mystery. Which reminded me of you. Green enamel, stolen swan. -- A.