RUN

I ran till I hit a dark brown Mercedes in front of the Alcazar club at dawn. It hit Eric Brouillard first. I came in second, just behind, as we stepped off that sidewalk in Marrakech gheliz at dawn. Eric's flight to Bangkok was to take off two hours later. He never made it to Bangkok, but with the help of god, we both survived the blast. The run ended then and there.