The bombing holes made frames which revealed her in sequence as she climbed up the stairs. There stood a ruin of all things once possible. I remained still and watched in awe as a third Beirut surfaced. She went through the wall and into a building shredded behind. (etc) . Amazing. a million thoughts per step. Now gone. My gaze stretched over her shoulders out towards the end of the alley. I thought. bullets and words. My shoes and my chase were in total defiance to all the rules and laws of the pit hole that lies on the other side of the borders. streamed at every click of her heels. One Beirut lies within another alternating at each click of her heels.I had my first erection in Beirut. A wall bulges from the ground in a texture of death. Cement. I looked up. I was invincible. Pacing behind a pair of thighs in a brand new pair of Nikes out of Hamra and into an alley on the second of a three-hour-permission before I had to head back to the hotel where my parents were staying. a shrine of all things that never were. Fantasies of all possible situations erupted in my head.

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Beirut’s Broken Egg Master Thesis Khaled Sedki .

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