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My first understanding of Syria began during a business trip to Egypt in 2014. My boss asked me, “Are you willing to go to Egypt by yourself?” I agreed almost without hesitation. It was a golden opportunity to visit the ancient country I had only read about in geography textbooks.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I joined the exhibition group and traveled to Cairo. A client named H, a bearded man about my age, insisted on meeting me when he heard I was attending. But this meeting felt more like a “confrontation.”<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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A Tense Negotiation with an “Unwelcome Guest”<\/span><\/span><\/h4>\n<\/div>\n
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The problem was that we hadn’t communicated our cooperation model with him, our existing local client, before participating in the exhibition. In his eyes, I was an “unwelcome guest.” He wanted to share the booth and follow up with local customers himself. However, his purchase volume at the time was not enough to support an exclusive agency, so I had to refuse his proposal.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The atmosphere was tense, and he was clearly unhappy. Fortunately, he was a kind-hearted person. After the meeting, he still invited me to dinner and even brought his younger brother along.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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A Meal, A City Left Behind<\/span><\/span><\/h4>\n<\/div>\n
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At the dinner table, he took out the menu and, in broken English, introduced the dishes to me one by one. It was only then that I realized he was not Egyptian. He was a refugee from Aleppo, Syria, forced to flee to Egypt because of the war.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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When he turned to the page introducing Aleppo, he pointed to a photo of the city in its former glory, once “the most beautiful largest city in Syria.” His eyes filled with a mixture of pride, love, and heartbreak. Tears began to well up.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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