These Dreams of You

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Actually it’s on a small sidestreet called Prince’s Gate. Zan has imagined a consulate out of the movies, a compound with a yard and guards everywhere; but the Ethiopian embassy doesn’t even occupy the whole building, rather the middle floors where there’s a single security entrance that’s more intent on not seeming rude than secure.

The display case in the lobby features not the usual artifacts but different kinds of coffee. Parker hoped to see weapons, shrunken heads, the poisoned tips of pygmies’ arrows. “They don’t have pygmies and shrunken heads in Ethiopia,” says Zan.