Sara Saab

Two Verandahs and a Lull in Gunfire

Our buildings are face-to-face in ’88– towards Al-Raouché, ours is the five-storey apartment block my grandfather built with Latin American money, coffeecake cement pocked with bullet holes that birds nest in, my verandah a playpen of flaking paint & pollution …

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