Being an International Man of Mystery

Hey kids, this post comes to you from an Undisclosed Location somewhere in the Eurasian landmass (hint: the locals speak an Indo-European language, except when they don’t), where I’m currently ensconsed in a hotel bar enjoying among the finest cups of coffee ever made. The reason for the secrecy? I’m here with a couple of politically minded colleagues (a pollster and a messaging guy) to help a regional political party that’s been knocked out of power and trying to regain its mojo. Consequently, they don’t want to make it too easy for The Other Side to know what they’re up to. So, no digital footprints for now — sorry, Mr. Google.

This is the second of three trips we’re scheduled to make as a part of this project, which is taking me to a lovely city full of even more lovely inhabitants (mom, how would you feel about some half-[redacted] grandchildren sometime down the road?). And here’s what you need to know about why I’m here — the organizers of our expedition found me online, so it was this very website you’re reading now that got me flown across the [redacted] Ocean and plopped into this wonderful place. If it happened to me, it can happen to you, but only if you’re writing online. So start thinking about those guest posts — don’t leave Henri all alone out there.


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Colin Delany
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  • Your hosts made the right move inviting you over. That said, since you said the locals are cute, I’m sure you are in Budapest. If that screws your cover, you only have yourself to blame.

  • And the judges say…[insert blaring wrong-answer noise from “Family Feud].

    Incorrectimundo on the Budapesto, my friend! But good try…

  • good coffee, regionalist political party recently in power… I’ve got it narrowed down to one of three countries.