Henry Ronan Flying Carpet Articles

Shot in the Dark
One cold, sunny November morning in Kathmandu, my phone rang around eleven o' clock. I welcomed this interruption, since, as usual, I had been unsuccessful in getting any work done. It was Mira, what we Nepalis call my "cousin sister", daughter of my mother's sister. She was crying rather hysterically as she blurted out, "Father has been shot...." [Read on]
Added on November 12, 2001

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