Saturday, May 07, 2005
I couldn’t get to sleep so I hit the streets in “protest” – my customary silent march against insomnia. My sleepwalk terminated, as usual, at the Jounieh square. It looked like a bomb had gone off. By the dawn's early light, I saw it littered with broken glass and debris but I was going by the “lightning never strikes twice theory” – especially in a place crawling with soldiers and police.It seemed like the safest place in the country – now.
4:30 am
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