Damascus spring.
May 7th 2007 The temperature’s crept past 90 and there’s a blanket of haze smothering Damascus. Summer’s arrived with a wallop. The days are long, weary slogs; in the morning, it feels like I’ve taken twelve rounds of body blows and a few 2x4’s across the back. Around the hotel - its courtyard draped with ivy, the birds twittering in their cages - there are bodies littered in the shade. The Japanese
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