As I stepped back into the airport, I finally heard my name blaring over the loudspeakers: “Dr. Davis, please report to the airline counter.” And then, up ahead, I saw the driver talking to the European and Indian guys whom I had spotted earlier on the veranda. The driver then turned and pointed at me. I could see right away from the expressions on their faces that I was not who they were expecting.
“You are Dr. Davis?” the European asked incredulously.
I felt like I was in The Twilight Zone. All I could say was, “Yes.”
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