Safe and sound
Our friend Raada has lived in the block opposite my husband’s shop for more than 20 years now, and although the street that separates them is the busiest road in Lattakia she says that the sound that used to rise above all noise was that of my father-in-law. My late uncle used to quip that Max’s dad didn’t -and still doesn’t- need a phone to talk to someone in Damascus (360 Km away). Later, it was my husband’s voice that would echo through the neighborhood and he’d be merely whispering. Now, the... Sign in to see full entry.