the everyday chores, renewing one’s driving permit, applying for a position at some university, are riddled with impediments, infested with bureaucracy, everyday chores awash with hurdles, but escaping one’s murderous past, exchanging continents, doctoring one’s identity, outrunning an obscene body count, that simply requires a smattering of hubris and gall because that’s how the modern world is arranged, the villains forever the most accommodated,
