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Twenty-eight days ago I was here, in Abu Dhabi, when Meivaen - someone I hold across long distances, the way you keep a thread taut between two hands - found me from Gaziantep, the same measure of separation as always. The morning carried grilled meat on the air, the kind that takes you somewhere you didn't expect to go. Now it's salt I'm breathing, heavier than I remember it, and the air itself feels different on the skin.