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By Fathi Afifi
He hadn’t seen the man for years. There were the classic phone calls, of course. Hellos, How are yous, How is your sister, How is your wife… Then they’d enjoyed written correspondences, for a time. Times changed, and the letters became the emails, and the frequent became the scarce. Then there were prolonged periods of silence, phases when one or the other was caught up in the obligations and tragedies and triumphs of life, and could not remember to call the other. And then there was a prolonged silence that did not break. Until now.