Abstract
Of this ancient Phoenician city which once chose to lock its gates and burn itself to the ground rather than be invaded, of the crusader's sea fortress sacked and recaptured many a time, of the Souks and the old town, my mind is absorbed elsewhere. Of the enemy's threat to turn back the hands of time 20 years; my thoughts are fixated on a single spot, a single house that had been bombed many a time, and rebuilt many a time.
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