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Byline: Wan A. Hulaimi
KUALA Lumpur at the end of a day and the dust was stirred but not settled.
Sunlight on the twin towers in the gloaming and darkness on the ground below. "I never thought," I said to myself, "that it would end this way." "I think we've met," said the taxi driver, as the taxi pulled out a safe distance from the hubbub of this showcase capital, and some hubbub it was to us, on this, the day.
"Oh really?" I said, looking at him, a young face with a look that didn't quite express it all. Concern maybe, some anxiety to get away from it all most certainly.
"Yes, we've met before," he repeated. And then he shrugged a little, as if to shed the …