I'm on vacation this week and what I've noticed when I've been out around home for walks or on my bike, is the police presence. The first day I saw two cops on horses, I was bewildered by the strangeness of it – but then I realized what was happening. They were looking for Mariam. In places cars can't go.
This is a "good" neighbourhood and I feel safe here but the perplexing circumstances of Mariam's disappearance send a shiver up my spine. So much beautiful green space in this city suddenly seems very sinister. I hope, I hope, that they do not find her in the ravine.