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Birth in Beirut We leave the glazed concrete Mediterranean speeding rapidly towards the cavernous ghost of Kantari. I pass Sami Trad's maternity home peppered with bullet holes and may be a baby or two inside and I think 'She nearly went there'. Ali of the Murabitoon who doubles as our driver swings the battered Buick past clutches of battle-weary Fateh boys. Abu Hassan Chief of Intelligence (now dead alas, splattered on a Beirut pavement) stop us to say 'Snipers active on the unfinished Tower'. But Government of India rules have swamped more than snipers we say and drive on, while tired guerillas give covering fire to briefly silence the silent killers near the Phoenicia hulk-hotel. |
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