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A cold rainy day in New York. I bought coffee in a street coffee shop. A hot paper cup burned my hands like sand in the Qatari desert, burned my feet 20 years ago. My car is broken. I walked through the desert to ask for help. He stopped his car next to me. I was not afraid to go with him. I didn’t care where we were going. His eyes ... A sip of coffee burned my mouth ... I'm back in frozen New York ...