Published: June 21st 2012June 21st 2012
The night belongs to the cats. They are on every corner, in every abandoned house - wandering, eating, fighting, and fornicating. They are pregnant, skinny, dirty, friendly, skitish, all shades between. As guardians of the underworld they keep the ghosts at bay, and there must be many as the city is old, the land ancient. They watch your every move, quick to flee - to chase your steps with shadows, to disappear in the cracks of stone. They are the cats of Antakya. And their presence brings on the night.
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