Montmartre Village_ Please hurry, my friend is very ill. When we arrive at the 'Petite Grand', I assist Nesime out of the cab and up the stairs.

"let me tend that wound." I put on a kettle of hot water. He seems to be running a fever. What ever could have happened? Paris seems far more dangerous than Cairo. I was hopeful that I might be able to lead a quiet life here. I have had enough of intrigue.

Nesime has the flat above me, and it was he who advised I stay here.