Finally finished this text...and it was fantastic. Just one size of it on the situation in Sudan this text also takes on the status of the homeless person and, later, the peregrination to the U S a s, all the whereas pondering that sensitivity of existence, do these people exist if we choose to ignore them? The text challenges us to care, as on the very last beep Valentino (through Eggers' pen) says: "It gives me vitality to know that you are there. I lust after your eagle eyes, your tastes, the collapsible amplitude between us...I am alive and you are alive so we must fill the aura with our words. I will fill state-of-the-art, afterward, every day until I am taken back to Allah. I will tell potboilers to people who listen and people who don't listen, to people who seek me out and tho those who run. All the whereas I will know that you are there. How can I pretend that you do no exist? It would be almost as impossible as you pretending that I do not exist."