Noora, 73 days in the desert.: Joseph Never Had A Chance

It was time to say good night. It was 11 p.m. in Sydney, noon in Portugal. I asked her to leave the phone on until she woke up in the morning. And she did.
I wanted to be with her through the whole night — her night — and hear that voice of someone just waking up: Good morning, Paulo.

Why, Nour? Why did you never give Joseph a chance?