I started in the back streets of Karachi where there are no street names or addresses. You either knew where you were going or you didn’t get there. This is the cultural backwater of the country where it all comes together in a kaleidoscopic melange of sights, sounds, and smells. This, for me, is what Pakistan is about, not the sanitized streets of Islamabad or the commercial offices of Lahore. This is where light and dark are indistinguishable, where good and evil mix in a cauldron of grey matter. This is where I’ll find out where they’ve taken Alex.