Ahmed sees the goats in his village from a nearby hill. He thinks of the days before Americans came, he notices the foreigners in growing numbers and sees them in fancy houses and thinks of the good old days that he still remembers.
Ahmed holds the chessboard in his quivering hands, he sends it to the American "man". Softly he glides along the streets and alleys then up comes the wind that makes them run for cover, he feels the time is surely now or never - even with Blix (oh, hello Hans!) in pursuit.
The wind in his heart and the literal dust in his head will drive them away though. That night Ahmed plants chessboards all throughout the free trade zone, by doing so he feels the wind is lifting up his people, majestically he calls the wind to guide him on his mission and he knows his friend the wind is always standing by. Ahmed smells the wind that comes from far away and he waits for news in a quiet Mosque gently mounting singing. He feels the presence of the wind around him and feels the power of the past behind him - he has the sweet knowledge of the wind to guide him on.
He walks to a nearby hotel, it's as hot as hell and everything stinks ...
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