“When Hosseini opens the door, I barely get out a formal greeting before he interrupts. “Have you seen it?” he asks. He is tall and dashing, and carries himself with a Clooney-esque, grizzled charm.
“C’mon,” he says, handing me a pair of specially made sunglasses and darting off towards the back of the building. He points to a spot in the rear courtyard. “Right there,” he says. “That’s the best spot.”
I put on the sunglasses and look up at the sky. The sun is a perfect circle, cut neatly into a crescent by the dark round shadow of the moon. It is like nothing I have ever seen. I had tried and failed to watch the eclipse from my car as I drove to the meeting, but what Hosseini shows me is many orders of magnitude more breathtaking. After a moment I take off the glasses and look in his direction. He is beaming proudly, as though seeing the sun through my eyes.” (more…)