TO THE FOLLOWER OF CHIEKH BAMBA WHOM I MET IN DAKAR

The man’s image showed up on walls, windshields, doors, t-shirts, pendants: on any surface against which belief could be affirmed. I have set the postcard of him above my desk. The photograph is of Chiekh Amadou Bamba, a Sufi mystic, and you consider yourself his follower. “I am a Muslim only because of him,” you told me.

TO THE FOLLOWER OF CHIEKH BAMBA WHOM I MET IN DAKAR

BEHIND THE BRIEFINGS: JANET RODRIGUEZ

“I come with a background where I'm not a shocked or as naive about why the president is doing any of this and the impact that it has and how it resonates with his base, and why he presses on the caravan issue for example. It just doesn't surprise me that he's using what's happening at the border for his own political advantage. It works because we've seen it work time and time again in Arizona.”

BEHIND THE BRIEFINGS: JANET RODRIGUEZ

TO THE KENYAN DOCTOR WHO SAVED ME FROM MENINGITIS

We lived in mud huts without running water or electricity, just like our host families. We bathed in water boiled for us each morning by our host families. We ate meals with, and prepared by, our host families. At this, you scowled and shook your head.

TO THE KENYAN DOCTOR WHO SAVED ME FROM MENINGITIS

TO THE ROOMFUL OF TRAVELERS WATCHING AMERICAN REALITY TV

They say that after a rain, a glassy surface of water settles over Bolivia’s salt flats, converting the land into the world’s largest mirror. I imagine the brujas, with their black braids and bowler hats, have something to do with this, holding a looking glass to the world. It takes a courage I didn’t have to gaze into it.

TO THE ROOMFUL OF TRAVELERS WATCHING AMERICAN REALITY TV