i was sitting in a street-side restuarant with maksim, the american guy with russian origins. clever guy. good arabic.

i was settling into my low flu-fever and after dinner bloated feeling, maksim was explaining something about jewish mindset and culture.

there was a shadow.
a huge paw of a hand swept my plate clean and stuffed the bits of chewed and spat out lamb grizzle into one of the leftover pieces of pita on our table.
my eyes met his eyes.
i dont remember his face, just his eyes. they were brown, beady, angry looking, yellow whites, bulging at me; they were familiar. my dog cara defending a small peice of pork i dropped in the kitchen once.

he walked away, i saw him from behind.
he was tall, fat, and not poorly dressed.
it happened in maybe 2 seconds.

c: "desperate, huh?"
m: "i think so."