I spent a restless night last night, and every time I fell asleep I dreamed of Syria. I suppose it was because every time I turned on the radio yesterday, they were talking about Syria, much in the vein of this Onion article. And over and over in my head, I keep hearing the opening line of a sci fi story set in the Balkans that I read when I was a teenager: “It was the most beautiful, the most civilized city in the world . . . ”
Damascus is neither, really. Except at certain times, and in certain lights.… Read more