ly, and the wind picked up. A hundred yards away, young men in a single-file line emerged from behind a sand dune, scarves and coattails flapping in the Saharan gale. The Pyramids of Giza, shrouded in darkness, loomed in the near distance. Slowly, the three pyramids were set aglow, silhouetting the young men as they walked a winding path toward us. It felt like we
