Karav's House

Tea, dates, courtesy — and a father who sold three routes to buy medicine for a child who died anyway.

Karav Solenir's house is modest, two streets from the bazaar, an inner court with a low table where he receives us with the full courtesy of Aurelae: tea, dates, a level voice. Halim is beside me, Tomás with his file. Karav is courteous and he is tense, and he denies it all calml…