Five years ago, for instance, I found myself waking each morning in misty Seattle to what I knew was an impossible question: What actually happened one desert night, half the world and almost half of history away?
Per shembull, pese vjet me pare, zgjohesha cdo mengjes ne Siatellin e mjegullt me nje pyetje pergjigjen e se ciles e mendoja te pamundur: Cfare ndodhi ne te vertete ate nate ne shkretetire, ne ate vend ne anen tjeter te botes, aq vite me pare?