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The Tang Dynasty Underwater Pyra The Tang Dynasty Underwater Pyramid by Walter Jon Williams What we might call the Tang Dynasty Underwater Pyramid Situation began in the Staré Mêsto on a windy spring day. We were clumped beneath the statue of Jan Hus and in the midst of our medley of South American Tunes Made Famous by North American Pop Singers. The segue from Cielito Lindo to El Condor Pasa required some complicated fingering, and when I glanced up from my guitarra I saw our contact standing in the crowd, smoking a cigarette and making a bad show of pretending he had nothing better to do but stand in Pragues Old Town and listen to a family of nine Aymara Indians deconstruct Simon and Garfunkel. My uncle Iago had described the man who was planning to hire us, and this man matched the description: a youngish Taiwanese with a fashionable razor cut, stylish shades, a Burberry worn over a cashmere suit made by Pakistani tailors in Hong Kong, a silk tie, and glossy handmade Italian shoes. He just didnt look like a folk music fan to me. After the medley was over, I called for a break, and my cousin Rosalinda passed the derby among the old hippies hanging around the statue while my other cousin, Jorge, tried to interest the crowd in buying our CDs. I ambled up to our contact and bummed a smoke and a light. Youre Ernesto? he asked in Oxford-accented English. Ernesto, thats me, I said. Your uncle Iago suggested I contact you, he said. You can call me Jesse. His name wasnt Jesse any more than mine was really Ernesto, this being the moniker the priest gave me when the family finally got around to having me baptized. Id been born on an artificial reed island drifting around Lake Titicaca, a place where opportunities for mainstream religious ceremony were few. My real name is Cari, just in case you wondered. Can we go somewhere a little more private? Jesse asked. Yeah, sure. This way. file:///G|/Program%20Files