A Brief History of Time Travel

Time erodes and distorts the stories we tell about ourselves and those who came before us. Perhaps Mr Nasser and his sister are chasing a ghost. We reach closing time at this pub and Churchill's. The lights go out in the pub, a CCTV camera blinks from a neighbouring building. After several minutes he lets out a sharp gasp. A man in his 50s with a neatly trimmed mustache and a beige jacket walks up to the pub scanning the sign. He straightens his back, his shoulders rigid like iron. That's my jait-taw-abed Mr. Nasser so that's my grandfather.