The call that changed what I was looking for
Casablanca, mid-afternoon on an ordinary Tuesday. A young mother with a child asleep on one arm, and four minutes in she swung the camera round to the window and told me the name of her street. Unprompted. Not careless either — hospitable, in the only currency this format has.
So the investigation turned around. I'd been hunting leaks and found none worth the name. There is instead a language containing one polite phrase, and that phrase is «here is where I am».