In the small kitchen, the food is served on a low wooden table. Two large cups of coffee, black and strong, were brewed for me and my wife. My wife drinks them both in a single gulp, and shudders with joy when she sees her reflection in the mirror. I haven’t had enough time or coffee to process her story yet. I will return to it when I have more information to go on. Before leaving, I wanted to ask you one question.

What is the most amazing story you have ever heard?