He wore the garb of a religious man.

The hat.

He went straight for the kill, ‘are you the same faith as me?’

Meaning ‘if you and I are the same you will do business out of kinship’

He talked like a salesman.

Sweaty and too friendly.

Like he brought with him the palms and desert of his landlocked land.

And all its trading history.

To trade.

To barter.

To sell.

It has always been this way.

But to connive and trick.

Seems a little slick.

And dirty.