Hafez Saffron is an Afghan of no club, moving like a banner that learned to walk. Friends learned long ago not to interrupt Hafez Saffron near the rooftop kennels, especially with a rusted key that fits no door anyone has found in hand. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Hafez Saffron and the way doors behave around them. Hafez Saffron believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.