WORLD
August 18, 2009 | By Jeffrey Fleishman
It was a simple, yet unsettling, question. "Is your passport American?" "Yes." "They've lost it." "Can they find it?" "God willing." The guard at the Saudi Embassy in Cairo said nothing else and wandered away. Behind thick glass, two men in the visa department -- one on his knees, the other hunched in a chair -- dumped out basket upon basket of passports that floated on the floor like a green sea around them. They were searching for a fleck of blue. Passports were tossed and scattered, a life-size, briskly shaken snow globe with ominous consequences.