Ahmed has never owned a smartphone and never will. What he owns is M'Barka, a battered 1986 Mercedes he smuggles across two continents to Amsterdam, where he becomes an unlicensed taxi driver, a local hero, and the most baffling target an intelligence agency has faced in years.

They bug his phone. He sells it.

They plant a tracker. He pulls it out with a sewing needle.

All Ahmed wants is to drive his car and send money home to his mother.

A warm, wry novel about migration, belonging, and being seen for who you are in a world that keeps mistaking simplicity for a secret.