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Carina was sitting on her bed inside her hotel room. Her meager budget had only allowed her to book a 3-star-hotel, but in spite of the simplicity of the room it was spotlessly clean and friendly, with colourful carpets on the floor as well as at the walls.

The bed had been freshly prepared as well, which was a relief as she had had bad experiences in other Arab countries before.

The bathroom next door was neat and had all the necessary conveniences.

A shower and a good dinner would help her to get rid of the dizziness. What else was she going to do here anyway?

Crap - she hated eating alone in a hotel. Therefore she decided to eat as quickly as possible and to take her wine with her to the room. That was for the best anyway because alcohol was not liked around here and was mostly just provided for the tourists.

Then she suddenly remembered the letter, which she had received from the flight attendant. In the course of events she had completely forgotten about it. She took it out of her bag, but hesitated for a moment: in one hand she turned the amulet absentmindedly around her neck, while in the other one she was holding the envelope, gazing at it attentively.

In a surprisingly beautiful, but at the same time very energetic, handwriting it said: "For Miss Carina“ – What was she waiting for? It would hardly be an invitation to visit him in Zarifa, right? She took another gulp of her wine and then opened the letter.

It contained very expensive stationery. On the heading was printed the emblem of His Excellency – in black and white – the same as on her necklace.

"Dear Miss Carina,

I really do hope that you are not too angry with me because of my deception. But when I saw that you were so absorbed by the article about me, I just could not resist.

Please find attached the address of my lawyer, who is based here in this city, as a sign of compensation. When you show him this letter he is going to answer some questions for you.

If Allah is willing, our paths will cross again one day. May he be with you and guide you on your way.

Rayan“

Further below there was a phrase in Arabic, which she could not understand. She could actually speak a few words, mostly polite, basic aspects of the language, but she could not read it at all.

She assumed that this was meant for the lawyer.

A lawyer! Of all people. But what had she expected? She decided it was best to go to bed and get some sleep. The next morning was early enough to think about her next steps.

After an exhausting day full of events, her head had barely touched the pillow when she was fast asleep. She dreamt of the desert wind, oases and the most fascinating blue eyes she had ever seen …