Athens time, showered, then spent over two hours sitting tailor style on the floor meditating silently. He repeated five holy names for over an hour, then silently chanted a specific mantra over and over. He stood up at a minute before 8:00, glanced out of the window of his room, saw the acropolis and the Parthénon. They looked a short distance away on a hill soaring above and commanding the whole city. Koriem dressed, wound a fresh turban onto his head, made his way to the rooftop dining room for a pre ordered vegetarian meal. He shared the elevator with a bronzed woman wearing a piece of casually draped white cloth almost large enough for Koriem to use as a turban. As it barely hung on her body, the hem was radically uneven, A rope like slice of the material made a strap over her right shoulder. She met a handsome young man at the door to the rooftop restaurant. They made their way to a small group in the far corner at a round table. Champagne was their beverage. A surreal view of the acropolis not far distant created an unforgettable impression. As Abdu Koriem waited for the first course to be presented, his compact tablet computer signaled a phone call. He spoke into the microphone on the ear bud cord that plugged into the side of his device. He listened for nearly a minute, then hung up. He caught the eye of his waiter, told him there would be two more for dinner. The waiter nodded, went directly to the kitchen, returned shortly with sparkling water for Koriem. He stood at a correct distance and stared discreetly away from anyone in the room. He and Koriem waited. Fifteen minutes later, the taxi driver stopped in front of the Bretagne, removed the ignition key and accompanied Flint and Ava to the front desk. He wanted his $60 fare in drachmas, but Flint had not yet changed currency. He handed the attractive woman at the front desk five U.
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