Chapter 104 Section VII

The rented Buick climbed over Mount La Bayada, and Santa Fe suddenly appeared in front of Decker's eyes, and the Blood of Christ mountain range in the distance seemed huge.He was back again, but he was neither excited nor happy.Instead, he felt an unexpected emptiness.After leaving here, too many things happened to him.The drab Mexican-Pueblo flat-roofed buildings of Santa Fe look more exotic than ever.The rounded corners of the adobe houses radiated a gentle glow, surprisingly clear and bright on September afternoons, and when there was no smoke, it was possible to see hundreds of miles away.This is a land where the sun is dancing.

But Decker found it completely foreign and distant.He doesn't feel at home.He just tours again where he happens to live.The sense of distance reminded him of how he felt when he returned to his apartment in Virginia after completing a mission while working in the Intelligence Service.He had felt this sense of distance countless times before, in London, Paris, Athens, Brussels, Berlin, Cairo, and finally Rome—for when he was on a mission, wherever he went, he dared not bring himself to The surrounding environment blends into one, afraid that I will let my guard down.He couldn't allow himself to be distracted if he was going to survive.In this sense, he is home.