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May 19, 2017
At five every morning, the sound of barking dogs awakened him. The dogs were set off by the routine cry of the muezzin calling to prayers from a nearby mosque. The dogs’ bark and the wail from the minaret were layered in such a way the sound of one or the other was impossible to ignore.

The jet-lag during the early days of his stay made this a minor inconvenience; he was generally almost awake anyway, smoking on the balcony of his apartment, and watching the lightning flashes of the nightly storms strike down on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur.