A Higher Calling for Felipe
By Michael Varga
I met him at a Paris disco in 1986 when I was on leave from my assignment in Dubai. Over the next seven years we didn’t see each other often, but we got together whenever we could.
By Michael Varga
I met him at a Paris disco in 1986 when I was on leave from my assignment in Dubai. Over the next seven years we didn’t see each other often, but we got together whenever we could.
By Michael Varga
I want to complain about being an outlier, but the minute I begin to form the words, I catch myself. You see, I have been an outlier before. And then, I had no complaints.
A cable had come from Washington on October 20, 1995—four months after I had filed for early retirement—informing the Consulate that my application had been approved. I was told that from that moment on I was no longer permitted in the Consulate building, that I should pack up all my personal belongings and leave the building as quickly as possible.
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