These are the people in my neighborhood.
April 7th 2007 I’m getting used to my morning coffees in the Gemayzeh Café, with the sunlight pouring through its wall-length windows and Gourard Street slowly coming to life outside. There’s a long oak bar against the back wall and mustard-colored walls that somehow give an air of reassurance. Old men sit with their Turkish coffees, playing backgammon and arguing in quick, mirthful Arabic. A woman with he
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