His face was everywhere, plastered on all walls of the intersection. White ribbons were being put up around his house by men with stern faces and no time to lose. There was a celebratory fury in the air.

The sun was setting, its golden glow adorning Achrafieh’s dirty streets and welcoming the evening’s usual restlessness. The sound of a concierge’s wet hoarse brush, scrubbing the day’s filth away could be heard in the distance. A sudden nervousness took over me.

What had happened to him? What were these ribbons for? Who were these strange men taking over the road?

I walked further along, avoided the nauseating open-air garbage containers and routinely made my way across the street right up to his doorway.

The air was dense, I had reached the nest. Posters on posters of his face were now gauzing the building’s bullet-holed walls, dressing past sorrows with new ones. My eyes zigzagged from one poster to the other, waiting for something to happen, for an explanation to come.

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