It was late on a balmy Thursday afternoon in Sanaa. I was sitting on the top floor of the tourist police headquarters on the edge of the Old City, sat across from Mohammed, a tourist police officer. Mohammed — dressed rather disarmingly in a wife-beater and flares — was not a happy man. “You come to Yemen alone? Your friends?
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