I don’t know what any of these people are thinking.

Mark didn’t want to be in Kashgar at all. “I’m done with the travelogue. Let’s go ask about the bus. Goodbye Holiday Inn, hello toilet paper from your backpack.”

THE DJINN BY JAN ALEXANDER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 39

The sky glowed desert orange, and at ten in the morning the merchants of Kashgar were just beginning to waken. Men in embroidered caps b…