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light a cigarette, when he saw emerging from the common shed in the courtyard, where garden tools<br />
and the like were stored, and from which a steady stream of foreigners now came and went, a<br />
wrinkled man with a squint and a cane and a Panama hat, dressed as though for the tropics.<br />
The elderly man looked at this wrinkled man and did not speak. He merely lit his cigarette and<br />
took a puff. The wrinkled man did not speak either: he walked slowly around the courtyard, leaning<br />
into his cane, which made scraping noises in the gravel of the footpath. Then the wrinkled man moved<br />
to reenter the shed, but before he left he turned to the elderly man, who was looking at him with a<br />
degree of disdain, and elegantly doffed his hat.<br />
The elderly man was taken aback by this gesture, and sat still, as if transfixed, and before he could<br />
think of how to respond the wrinkled man stepped forward and was gone.<br />
The next day the scene repeated itself. The elderly man was sitting on his balcony. The wrinkled<br />
man returned. They gazed upon each other. And this time when the wrinkled man doffed his hat, the<br />
elderly man raised a glass to him, a glass of fortified wine, which he happened to be drinking, and he<br />
did so with a serious but well-mannered nod of his head. Neither man smiled.<br />
On the third day the elderly man asked the wrinkled man if he would care to join him on his<br />
balcony, and though the elderly man could not speak Brazilian Portuguese and the wrinkled man could<br />
not speak Dutch, they cobbled together a conversation, a conversation with many long gaps, but these<br />
gaps were eminently comfortable, almost unnoticed by the two men, as two ancient trees would not<br />
notice a few minutes or hours that passed without a breeze.<br />
On his next visit the wrinkled man invited the elderly man to come with him through the black door<br />
that was inside the shed. The elderly man did so, walking slowly, as the wrinkled man did as well,<br />
and at the other side of that door the elderly man found himself being helped to his feet by the<br />
wrinkled man in the hilly neighborhood of Santa Teresa, in Rio de Janeiro, on a day that was<br />
noticeably younger and warmer than the day he had left in Amsterdam. There the wrinkled man<br />
escorted him over tram tracks to the studio where he worked, and showed him some of his paintings,<br />
and the elderly man was too caught up in what was happening to be objective, but he thought these<br />
paintings were marked by real talent. He asked if he might buy one, and was instead given his choice<br />
as a gift.<br />
A week later a war photographer who lived in a Prinsengracht flat that overlooked the same<br />
courtyard was the first neighbor to note the presence of this aged couple on the balcony opposite and<br />
below her. She was also, not long after, and to her considerable surprise, a witness to their very first<br />
kiss, which she captured, without expecting to, through the lens of her camera, and then deleted, later<br />
that night, in a gesture of uncharacteristic sentimentality and respect.<br />
• • •<br />
SOMETIMES SOMEONE from the press would descend on Saeed and Nadia’s camp or work site, but<br />
more often denizens would themselves document and post and comment online upon what was going<br />
on. As usual, disasters attracted the most outside interest, such as a nativist raid that disabled<br />
machinery or destroyed dwelling units nearing completion or resulted in the severe beating of some<br />
workers who had strayed too far from camp. Or alternatively the knifing of a native foreman by a<br />
migrant or a fight among rival groups of migrants. But mostly there was little to report, just the day-today<br />
goings-on of countless people working and living and aging and falling in and out of love, as is<br />
the case everywhere, and so not deemed worthy of headline billing or thought to be of much interest<br />
to anyone but those directly involved.