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We dissolve from Cain to the roadmap stuck careless in his pocket, a legible map of Basra in near modern times, written in a language we are happy to be able to understand. He wanders from place to place, but always reads the relevant tourist literature at night, tucked in his bedroll on the dark deep dirty endless rocky sandy wet lizard-strewn ground, planning with some gusto his next decade of hungry wander.