“Though I spent years running into him every day, our conversations were always fleeting and mostly about our dogs... I automatically and without any conscious effort took in all of Beshara’s looks, gestures, facial expressions and physical movements, adding them to his features and appearances and so deliriously conjuring up all sorts of past lives for this man about whom I knew nothing,”
A Man Made of Dust
“What is Beshara thinking as he sits on that public bench on Mar Elias Street, staring for hours at the void before him?”
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