Chapter 15Hassan got into his car. The night was fine, no clouds looming. The moon rolled on the night sky like an orange on a black velvet cloth. He liked these kinds of evenings. He was longing to go away again; seeing other moons in other skies. It would feel so good to be in Paris or perhaps in Vancouver right now. Madame Kartz (Talya) seemed to be such a fine woman—a little too strict, bossy, perhaps. Yet, didn’t he like those traits in a woman? Hassan thought he would enjoy working with her. Maybe she would take him away from Mali. It was not that Hassan didn’t like Bamako or his family, his friends or even his work; it was just that he felt his future was not here. He didn’t want it to be here. There was so much more to learn some place else. He knew he needed more than Bamako had t
