Hammam
Daniel Alwan
The cousins all laughed when I fastened my seatbelt. ‘Shou ya, Pierre?’ Nabil asked. ‘The war over, now you afraid the traffic in Beirut?’ I shrugged from the backseat and unbuckled. They laughed again. Nabil jolted the car across three of the unlined lanes. The seatbelt dangled and swayed, knocking between my collarbone and the […]