Vengeance was in the very air then. To quote the poet Czesław Miłosz, during the Lebanese civil war, “causing someone’s death was dissociated from the reek of demonism, pangs of conscience, and similar accessories of Shakespearean drama.” Young men in perfectly clean uniforms were able to shoot people while gnawing on a kebab sandwich and sipping Pepsi. I tried to justify but I couldn’t. I don’t know what to think. He may be my half brother, but we’re not related. A chasm of incommunicable worlds lies between us.
