Who Knows What’s Become of Charlie?
Henry Wismayer
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I met Charlie in the Damascus bus terminal in 2009. He swore like a sailor, insulting his friends with 20’s slang they couldn’t understand. He was a real charmer.

I often think about what has happened to him and the other kind and generous Syrians I met on my trips there before the war. I want to believe that he’s still out there, slapping backs and talking like a gangster.