At a time most of my family is locked down due to the pandemic, a fortuitous road trip lands me in Covid-free Cairns. At Brother Jenkins Cafe, amidst the clatter of plates, the sigh of a cool breeze on my bare arms, I find myself not only out of my usual world, not only out of sync with driving and camping, but also not here at all. I’m deep in the Suez Crisis of 1956, when Israel took advantage of a global geopolitical crisis to ink a secret reactor deal with France. I can’t relax but I’m happy.