The Nahmias Cipher Report

It is truly amazing to me, how the more things change, the more they stay the same. As one who remembers history, I like to use the analogy of the theatre: the backdrops have been switched out, new props installed, the old actors have transitioned their roles to understudies, and the show goes on.

He sits alone, lost and unloved, ramshackled eaves choked with dust, a scrawny hen pecks in baked earth, just beyond a porch, parched by African thirst.